New Isra
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra!
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:30:20 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Mar 26, 2021 16:35:59 GMT -5
Originally packed into The Depravity’s hold in preparation for the invasion of Goraria, this command tent features everything one would need for such a venture. The map table sits squarely in the center, but the most of maps of Goraia and the associated intel reports have since been used for kindling. Naoki has upcycled a small table and the miniatures representing various elements of the Isran and Goraian armies into a chess set, and that occupies one corner of the tent. The other walls contain cabinets, shelves, and other bits of furniture that will likely be repurposed in time, but for now, sit here. This is where Naoki and her administrative staff can be found during the daytime. A guard stands at the door of the tent, but most are permitted entry without trouble.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 30, 2021 0:16:16 GMT -5
A mere few hours after landing, the Command Tent is erected. Burly lads did most of the work, but Naoki read the instructions and directed them properly. It was a fairly smooth tent-erecting experience
This will be her ‘office’ for the next few… whatevers, until they create more permanent buildings. It’s a far cry from the beautiful, spacious working space she had back in Isra, but it’ll have to do, she supposes. Though she wonders how much time she’ll be spending in it. It isn’t as if there’s lots of legislation to be drafted or reports to be read. All of the work that needs to be done now is manual work, all of the administrative and policy-craft she’s used to won’t come into play until the settlement is much larger.
Still, she supposes, plopping down in the high-backed seat, this is a chance to do it right. Not that Isra wasn’t done right, but if she knew then what she does now, there are a lot of intermediary steps and experiments she could have skipped. This will be a unique chance to put her knowledge to the test and to make the best of a bad situation.
It’d be cool if millions of people didn’t die to create this unique chance, but… Trailing off mentally, Naoki throws her hands in the air and huffs. She’ll go out and help assemble more tents soon, but for now, it’s time to peek at those maps Keph brought back. Spreading them on the table before her, Naoki begins to pour over them, looking for features that may be of use to her burgeoning colony.
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Allister Lamm
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Appearance: Allister Lamm once took great pride in his appearance, ensuring that his beard and mustache were immaculately groomed at all times. His facial hair was the talk of the navy, an impressive display of follicle mastery that drew the awe of any and all that saw it. As of late, however, the Depravity's chief navigator has let himself become far scruffier. His appearance and grooming has declined along with his ability to navigate, his skills useless in the mist.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 14:15:17 GMT -5
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Post by Allister Lamm on Mar 30, 2021 9:41:32 GMT -5
Chief Navigator Lamm, once one of the most respected officers aboard the Depravity, had fallen on hard times as of late. While once he had bragged about his ability to fix a ship's location anywhere in the sea after just a quick glance up at the stars, he'd found himself entirely helpless in the awful mists that had plagued their journey. His inability to figure out where they were or where they were going had frustrated his superiors and sent him into a deep melancholy, driving him to drink. Lamm had spent the last month of the journey sitting alone in the corner of the officer's dining hall, poring unhappily over maps and star charts as he drowned his sorrows in the officers' private reserve of wine and liquors. The fact that they'd stumbled upon this land seemingly by chance hadn't helped his mood, nor had the fact that he'd been reassigned to building duty. Indeed, when he stepped into the captain's command tent, he was a sorry sight indeed. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was dirty, and his once-immaculate mustache and beard were now in absolute shambles.
"Evenin' Captain," he mumbled, rubbing bloodshot eyes as he clutched a wrinkled piece of paper with his scrawled report. "Construction's going well. Tents are up, that damn surgeon's infirmary has been built, and the job board has been posted. As you've requested, the construction crews have retrieved a number of metal poles from the ship. Uh...I assume these are are for tents or hanging lanterns, ma'am?"
He scratched his nose, grumbling unhappily. His hand inched towards the flask at his hip, but he resisted. He could at least wait until after the meeting...hopefully.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 31, 2021 23:15:21 GMT -5
“Lamm.” Naoki nods her head in greeting and listens as the man gives his report. At the end, she nods and gestures for him to sit. There are plenty of chairs on that side of the table for him to choose from.
“The poles... Yes, will be used for hanging lanterns. But someone else will have to handle that — in fact, I’ll see that the building team sees to that because I have something different in mind for you.”
Pausing for a moment, Naoki again consults the maps before her before looking back up at Lamm. “Do you know what I have in mind for you? … Give me your flask.”
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Allister Lamm
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Appearance: Allister Lamm once took great pride in his appearance, ensuring that his beard and mustache were immaculately groomed at all times. His facial hair was the talk of the navy, an impressive display of follicle mastery that drew the awe of any and all that saw it. As of late, however, the Depravity's chief navigator has let himself become far scruffier. His appearance and grooming has declined along with his ability to navigate, his skills useless in the mist.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 14:15:17 GMT -5
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Post by Allister Lamm on Apr 1, 2021 14:35:32 GMT -5
Lamm took a seat in one of the chairs, noting that the captain's own seat was visibly more comfortable and luxurious. A deliberate gesture, to be sure. It always paid to remind everyone who was at the top of the totem pole, even in something as subtle as a choice in furniture. Lamm, meanwhile, felt like he was at the very bottom of said pole. In fact, he wasn't sure if he was even on the pole. What use was a navigator that couldn't navigate? It was like having a blind archer, a three-legged horse, and a seasick fisherman all bundled together into one enormous, useless lump. His self-pitying train of thought was interrupted when the captain spoke, demanding his flask.
"Ma'am?" he said, hand moving protectively to the little metal bottle. "My flask? But...but why?"
He hesitated for a moment, wondering what she could possibly want with it. Did she really have to take his one source of joy in the world? Had he not suffered enough? Letting out a reluctant sigh, he removed the flask from his belt and slid it across the desk towards her. It wouldn't do to be insubordinate now. A new land meant new rules, and he didn't want to be strung up for disobedience.
"Here you go, Captain," he said, the pain visible in his eyes. "Is there anything else?"
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Apr 4, 2021 6:15:50 GMT -5
Taking the flask in her hand, Naoki weighs it in her hand while maintaining eye contact with the man sitting across from her. It’s not full, but it’s still a bit heavy. She was going to bean him with it and start shouting, but it would probably seriously hurt him and that’s not her intent. Instead, she sets the flask down, crosses her arms, and rumbles quietly to herself before starting to speak.
“You need to get your shit together, Lamm. You’ve not got any excuse to be as much of a mess as you are. You know The Mist is magic, yes? Nobody can do anything about it. Not you, not me, not any of the magi, not The Vizier, nobody — and nobody blames you for not being able to navigate through it. The fact that you’ve let yourself go so much, the fact that you’ve drunk as much as you have and let your appearance deteriorate as much as you have bothers me a lot, and you can consider this— well, no.” She reconsiders, absently fiddling with the cap of his flask.
“Well, do this,” she supposes. “First, ease off on the damn booze, you’ve had enough. Second, go wash. You smell. Trim your face. And then take a nap. I want you — and this is an assignment, to get your tools out again and start mapping the stars. There are new stars here, and we don’t know if they’re navigable. I don’t know if your mentor ever had you map the stars of the old world from scratch, but I think you can figure it out, and you’ll need to if we want to sail any of these ships around.” Gesturing vaguely to the harbor, Naoki slides the flask back across the table at Lamm, looking to see how he’ll take it.
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Allister Lamm
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Appearance: Allister Lamm once took great pride in his appearance, ensuring that his beard and mustache were immaculately groomed at all times. His facial hair was the talk of the navy, an impressive display of follicle mastery that drew the awe of any and all that saw it. As of late, however, the Depravity's chief navigator has let himself become far scruffier. His appearance and grooming has declined along with his ability to navigate, his skills useless in the mist.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 14:15:17 GMT -5
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Post by Allister Lamm on Apr 4, 2021 18:51:35 GMT -5
Lamm stiffened, the captain's chastisement ringing in his ears. He'd certainly let himself go, but he hadn't expected even the captain to get on his case about it. It was a good thing, he supposed. He'd figured that he was beneath her notice at this point, such a lowly piece of flotsam that she wouldn't even recognize his presence. The fact that she still cared enough to scold him was probably a good sign...but that didn't change the fact that he was being scolded. Sighing, he nodded.
"It's been a hard few months, captain," he said. "But I'll do as you've said. Star charts...nobody's had to map new star charts since before my grandfather's time, but I'll see what I can do. It won't be easy, but I'll give it a shot. I don't suppose we'll be sailing anywhere any time soon, so I've got the time. I'll set up an observatory."
He eyed the flask dubiously, as though worried that it would be snatched away when he reached for it. After a moment's hesitation, he took it gingerly and tucked it away back into his pocket, making sure not to seem overly eager. If the captain wanted to give him a second chance, who was he to argue? It certainly had to beat building duty.
"Thank you, captain," he said, giving the closest approximation to a salute he could muster in his current scruffy state. "I'll put a team together to get started on these star charts. Might have to make an expedition up to the mountains to set up a star-spotting station up there. Closer to the sky, you know. Easier to see. I'll go get it done."
Unless she had anything more for him, Lamm turned and headed for the door. Rubbing a hand across his chin, he sighed. The captain was right. He really did need a shave.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Apr 5, 2021 17:27:48 GMT -5
“Don’t go venturing up there without someone tough to clear it out,” Naoki warns, wagging a finger. “We don’t know what all dangerous sorts of beasts might be out there, and you’ve got important skills.”
“Take care of yourself, Lamm,” she adds. It almost sounds like a warning. Something’s off about him, but she’s not sure what. Remembering who he used to be, how much joy he used to take in his work, it’s a bit sad. Once he’s left, Naoki huffs to herself.
A minute later, she also exits the tent. Preparations seem to be coming along, tents are going up, but looking around, she spies some new faces she didn’t select for the first landing party. Which is a strange thing — back in Isra she knew a fair few people, her staff, those who worked around her in The Citadel, and she remembered a few faces of the common-folk in the street, but this is a much smaller community, and will remain as such for a long time. She could reasonably know the names of everyone here, if she cared to, at least for now. And maybe she should.
Flagging down one of her few remaining pageboys, Naoki gives him these instructions: “Send anyone new who seems friendly to me in the command tent, I should like to get to know them.”
He takes the instruction with the enthusiasm characteristic of a pageboy, and Naoki returns to her seat in the command tent. Perhaps she’ll meet some new friends. She should at least keep track of everyone here, she supposes. Pulling a partially-filled war ledger from a shelf, she considers how its columns could be repurposed into a list of residents.
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Zelana A. Afterberry
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 23
Appearance: Her face is very lion-like, with a few whiskers on either side of her nose, longer canines, and furry ears that pop out of the hair on her head. Zelana has a thick mess of hair, going quite long, with a color of golden blonde that reaches past her back. Her eyes are a dark hazel and her skin hovers between a light tan and darker shade of Caucasian.
Her apparel is fairly heavy-duty, with bits or armor stitched onto the tips of her boots, a brown leather jacket with a furred trim of dark brown. Her pants are a nice hydrophobic/water-resistant style, made out of some water animal of a kind, with a plethora of stitched-in pockets. Said pockets she keeps loaded with a plethora of useful objects.
Equipment: Inside the her pockets are things like band aids, rudimentary pain pills, some tea packages, matches, and an antique multi-tool used mostly for repairing small little things.
She possesses a magical iron wand that is capable of opening locks, doors, and secret passageways when waved in front of said places.
Her combat knife is fairly simple in design, with a very traditional design. She typically keeps it strapped to her thigh.
She is an archer and has a longbow which she is incredibly proficient with.
Skills and Abilities: Zelena is a very skilled baker and hunter. An odd matchup, but growing up in an outland village allowed for her to sharpen both skills quite nicely.
As far as skills key to her species, she has a very acute sense of smell and can very easily note things such as poison and the like.
She's got a slightly above average speed, and she's above average for strength as she keeps herself fit.
Biography: A simple small-town baker, with a hunting hobby. Parents passed away due to a Black Plague, and as a result she doesn't have any immediate family that she's aware of.
She moved in on the ship of Isra and is currently moving to be a part of the settlement.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 15:52:12 GMT -5
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Post by Zelana A. Afterberry on Apr 5, 2021 18:19:40 GMT -5
One of the soldiers led an odd looking lass inside the tent. The lady in question had bright yellow hair that curled all the way down to her back and her skin was mildly darker. Her clothing looked a lot more suited for a colder part of the world, with a jacket that looked to have some sort of animal fur lining the color and presumably the inside of it as well. Her breeches were probably some sort of sea mammal and looked to have plenty of stitched in pockets containing a myriad of different things.
What profession she was was also a little more tricky to place. There was a long hunter's bow strapped to her back, with the appropriate arrows sticking their plumes out. She was tossing an iron wand up and down in her hand flipping it in and out. She frowned as she walked in, bringing up another point, her face. It was a bit odd, she had long canines, and whiskers on either side of her nose that went straight out. Two ears were also on the top of her head, pairing with the two on either side of her head. Lastly her dark hazel eyes bore into the room looking at the person who'd summoned her here.
That was when she spoke, "Yes? Can I help you?" her tone was curt, like that of a baker taking your order at a shop. It was short, direct, and to the point, with no added trimmings thrown in to spice it up.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Apr 5, 2021 18:54:54 GMT -5
“No.” Naoki’s response is similarly curt by reflex, coming from the mouth of a stateswoman who’s dealt with her share of folk who didn’t want to deal with her. However, this is not official business, so she clears her throat, and looks up from her ledger to take a better look at this woman who’s entered her tent. A lion-folk of some variety, and certainly not someone she’s seen before.
“You’re rather cute,” she begins, “But if you have something better to do, I’ll not keep you. Leave if you like.” Naoki gestures with the end of her quill to the tent flaps, which remain open. “I’m looking only to meet, greet, and get to know the friendly folks of this new colony of mine. If you’ve not got a cordial conversation in you and you’ve not got any outstanding business with me, I have no business with you.”
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Zelana A. Afterberry
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 23
Appearance: Her face is very lion-like, with a few whiskers on either side of her nose, longer canines, and furry ears that pop out of the hair on her head. Zelana has a thick mess of hair, going quite long, with a color of golden blonde that reaches past her back. Her eyes are a dark hazel and her skin hovers between a light tan and darker shade of Caucasian.
Her apparel is fairly heavy-duty, with bits or armor stitched onto the tips of her boots, a brown leather jacket with a furred trim of dark brown. Her pants are a nice hydrophobic/water-resistant style, made out of some water animal of a kind, with a plethora of stitched-in pockets. Said pockets she keeps loaded with a plethora of useful objects.
Equipment: Inside the her pockets are things like band aids, rudimentary pain pills, some tea packages, matches, and an antique multi-tool used mostly for repairing small little things.
She possesses a magical iron wand that is capable of opening locks, doors, and secret passageways when waved in front of said places.
Her combat knife is fairly simple in design, with a very traditional design. She typically keeps it strapped to her thigh.
She is an archer and has a longbow which she is incredibly proficient with.
Skills and Abilities: Zelena is a very skilled baker and hunter. An odd matchup, but growing up in an outland village allowed for her to sharpen both skills quite nicely.
As far as skills key to her species, she has a very acute sense of smell and can very easily note things such as poison and the like.
She's got a slightly above average speed, and she's above average for strength as she keeps herself fit.
Biography: A simple small-town baker, with a hunting hobby. Parents passed away due to a Black Plague, and as a result she doesn't have any immediate family that she's aware of.
She moved in on the ship of Isra and is currently moving to be a part of the settlement.
Registered: Mar 29, 2021 15:52:12 GMT -5
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Post by Zelana A. Afterberry on Apr 5, 2021 19:11:04 GMT -5
“ No.” Naoki’s response is similarly curt by reflex, coming from the mouth of a stateswoman who’s dealt with her share of folk who didn’t want to deal with her. However, this is not official business, so she clears her throat, and looks up from her ledger to take a better look at this woman who’s entered her tent. A lion-folk of some variety, and certainly not someone she’s seen before. “You’re rather cute,” she begins, “But if you have something better to do, I’ll not keep you. Leave if you like.” Naoki gestures with the end of her quill to the tent flaps, which remain open. “I’m looking only to meet, greet, and get to know the friendly folks of this new colony of mine. If you’ve not got a cordial conversation in you and you’ve not got any outstanding business with me, I have no business with you.” The lion lass rose an eyebrow at this and mulled it over for a swift second before taking a seat. She sighed, "My name is Zelana A. Afterberry. I was not a citizen of Isra, merely a trader coming through to sell baked confectionaries during one of your festivals. I was caught up and ended on the Depravity. I hope to reestablish some semblance of my previous life here as a baker once we can get houses back up. Until then, I've been using my skills as a hunter to keep people fed. I have yet to find anyone of my village or kin here however, so I will say that has quite soured my mood." She gave a pause, staring down at her iron wand again before looking up, "I know you by reputation, and by reputation alone. Is there anything else I could know that would best suit our future...well," she stopped thinking for a moment, "I don't quite know how we shall interact."
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Appearance: Thrand stands at 6' 2", although his once burly build has become considerably more lean during his travel upon the seas. Thrand's orange beard remains unkempt, despite his attempts to contain it somewhat. His eyes are colored a muted blue, not far from grey. The blue tattoos that adorn his body have faded and in some places are barely visible, the magic sustaining them all but gone.
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Equipment: All that Thrand carries with him as he travels is a finely crafted sword, containing a murky blue crystal embedded in the hilt.
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Skills and Abilities: While his body may have deteriorated during his journey through the mist, he still possesses much of the strength he once had. The magic abilities he once had have faded, although he can temporarily restore them using the residual magic within the sword. Using that power, he can temporarily increase his strength, speed, and durability, as well as allowing him to survive otherwise fatal conditions and wounds. However the cost of such magic leaves Thrand exhausted, and overuse could lead to collapse or worse.
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Biography: Thrand used to be the King of the nation of Iskaldur, yet before he knew it the flood had taken that all away. He's carried with him the one relic from that land that he has left, and has set out in a search to find a new purpose in this new world.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:04:12 GMT -5
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Apr 6, 2021 1:00:39 GMT -5
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Thrand admired for a moment the tent he had just finished pitching. It was by no means special, in fact it was exactly identical to every other tent in this row, but he figured he deserved a moment to appreciate his work. It was repetitive and tiresome work, but it let him contribute and kept him busy, a welcome relief from the days he had spent doing nearly nothing on The Depravity. He turned to go fetch another tent to pitch from the supplies, nearly barreling into the pageboy who had been waiting diligently.
Thrand made his way through the field of tents, wandering between the more impressive looking tents. It seemed that even amongst the crew of The Depravity, there were some that could afford something more than the cramped tents he had spent most of the day erecting. Not much of a surprise however, considering the diversity of the people it had carried through the mist. What did surprise him though, was the summons that the pageboy had conveyed. A meeting with the captain of The Depravity. Undoubtedly an important person at present, as it was them that held control over the ship and all the supplies aboard it. He doubted he would've survived to see land again if not for The Depravity, and he was fairly certain that many others would echo that sentiment.
So he made an effort to make himself presentable, to brush back the hair that had loosened itself in his work, to wipe away most of the sweat from his face, and to calm his breathing. As he at last found the Command Tent where the captain was waiting, he paused outside to steel himself to face whatever lay in wait. With a long breath, he pushed open the flap of the tent and strode inside.
He let a moment pass as his eyes adjusted to the light, glancing between the lady in the ornate chair and the ruggedly dress lady opposite her, before observing the space as a whole. Yes, there was no mistaking this was the command tent based on the documents and maps strewn about, yet there must be some mistake considering the current occupants. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting others to be here." He started, as he realized that he had just entered in on a meeting he likely wasn't invited to. "I'll be out of here in a moment, but first, any idea when the captain may return?" Thrand asked, painfully oblivious as to who he was addressing his question.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Apr 6, 2021 15:35:04 GMT -5
Listening along as Zelana explains herself, Naoki nods. “Well,” she supposes, “If your baking is any good, I imagine you’ll be seeing plenty of me as a customer. I love a good pastry.” The comment about reputation, Naoki lets that slide, because it could mean any number of things and not many of them are good.
She’s considering how to better address the question when a big burly-ish lad enters and asks after ‘the captain’.
“The captain?” Naoki laughs and makes an exaggerated show of looking around. “The captain is out,” she says, “Hopefully permanently. Now that we have such a wonderful settlement here, I hope never again to be confined to a single ship. You may address me now (again) as Lady Naoki, ruler of the new Isra upon which you stand!” Throwing her hands in the air, Naoki channels a bit of her official voice — just enough to be obviously sarcastic. She is in charge of the colony, such as it is, but she doesn’t harbor delusions about what it isn’t, yet.
She then gestures to the chair next to Zelana. “But I’m trying to get to know the good people of the colony. Sit down, introduce yourself. This is Zelana, she was just telling me how she used to be a baker. I used to run a tavern, back before I was elected to public office. What about you, stranger?”
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Aymer Morwen
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Aymer is rather short and skinny for an elf, with reddish-brown hair going down to his shoulders. His eyes are a piercing ice blue. His hands are thin and small, without much meat on them.
Equipment: Aymer carries very little with him. He often carries a plain knife, and a more decorated claymore in a sheath on his back.
Skills and Abilities: Aymer is moderately skilled with a blade, having a few years of experience. However, he is by no means a master, and still has much to learn.
He is particularly skilled in remaining unseen. While there is no magic involved, merely strategy and trickery, others often assume that he is able to use magic due to his uncanny ability to remain unnoticed.
Biography: Aymer is incredibly nervous and fidgety, as well as easily startled. His hands are often shaky due to his anxiety, and he has many doubts about himself that can lead to him not being able to perform simple tasks at an acceptable standard. However, he is very easily befriended, and doesn't mind the company of others. Often times, an offer of food will persuade him to warm up to you.
As a child, Aymer was often left at home to his own devices as his parents left to make deals with rather unsavory folks. As such, he resents his parents and can be rather cold towards those who try and persuade him to do something that he deems against his moral standards.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 9:47:05 GMT -5
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Post by Aymer Morwen on Apr 6, 2021 21:51:57 GMT -5
Aymer cautiously peered into the command tent. As his eyes adjusted, he glanced over the several people in the tent, quickly identifying Lady Naoki. The others were unfamiliar to him, and Aymer didn't like that at all. Granted, he didn't see many people on the Depravity, as he remained out of the way of the others to avoid being noticed or discovered.
He took a tentative step into the tent, fidgeting with his fingers as he inched closer to the group, hoping to be noticed. "I hope they don't think I'm a thief." he thought to himself nervously. "I just want to get somewhere safe." He edged even closer, before accidentally tripping over seemingly nothing and falling onto the floor with a *thud*. "Oh for crying out loud-" he blurted out, before clamping his mouth shut and glancing nervously up at Naoki and the others.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on Apr 10, 2021 17:34:31 GMT -5
Once night comes around Skarlet makes her way down the coast until she finds the Isran camp. She lowers her hood and looks for the Command Tent to find who's in charge. On the way she notices that the Isran flags here are different than the ones that were on her boat, what's up with these old style design? She was getting an uncanny feeling as she went further into the camp. "Is the commanding officer here? It's me, Princess Skarlet, my ship crashed some miles down the beach. I was heading back to the capital and my ship was attacked when were traveling through the mist." Skarlet enters the Command Tent and looks around to see who was here, Her eyes widen when she sees Lady Naoki. "Mother?" How was this possible? Was she dreaming? Still trapped in that coffin on the beach? Skarlet clutches her chest and falls onto her knees. "Are you haunting me? Or is this a dream? I..." Skarlet starts to cry and she lowers her head all the way to the ground, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
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