Current Character Description - Pika Crystafant
Spiky black hair sticks out in all directions from this humans head. Pale white skin makes bright crystal clear blue eyes stand out, below bushy black brows. This young man's delicate cheek bones and small size perhaps make his age a questionable number. He free from any visibile scars to mar his near femenine features. He is of average weight for his five foot four frame. Pika's clothing consists of dark green riding cloak, tan leather breeches and a white shirt with ties in the front. He wears a pair of sturdy riding boots with buckles up one side.
Current Character Description - Rasaeri Khaeras
Awe struck, you marvel at this strange sight, this astounding gnoll standing before you is Rasaeri, a mammoth of epic proportions. Covering the towering gnoll, a coarse coat of golden-brown fur, scarcely specked with dark brown spots, gradually growing a bit darker surrounding his muzzle. A mane of short dark brown fur runs from his hyena-like head right down to the base of his broad shoulders. A pair of amber eyes are mounted upon his face, reflecting a calm, inquisitive demeanor, traits untold of among his gnoll kindred.
Log: 12102013 - Ror and Rakasha
OOC commentary: No matter how short the roleplay, sometimes it's good just to catch up!
Rush
The magic washed over her in waves of vibration that set her skin tingling. She stepped through to see a ring of tents, one slightly larger than the rest, a standard flapping in the wind above it. The few espers that walked about stopped and stared at her with an open skepticism, their looks bordering on hostile. "Who are you?" one finally shot, his skin a deep orange, his hair white flames.
'My name is Mirin, and Claire is my mother.'
The atmosphere settled into ice and the other espers narrowed their eyes. "The Kra'ineba has no other children but the four in her home and the one on the way."
'Kra... what?'
"Our Elder's mate."
'Oh... okay... right. Well, listen, she's in trouble and I've come to set things straight.'
"The Kra'ineba is in no danger."
'I assure you, she is.'
Before the orange esper could say more, a ruddy hand was lain upon his shoulder. Ruthivan walked to the fore, his eyebrows lifted in a glance of disdain. "Welcome, half-breed. How did you find our camp?"
Mirin's mouth pulled into a slight sneer. She walked forward and found herself looking up into Ruthivan's face. 'I got directions from your son. You do remember him, the one you slapped for trying to help his family?'
The crowd of espers bristled with sudden whispers and Ruthivan cocked his head to the side with a chuckle. "He is not my son."
'That must be convenient. You just drop any kids you don't like and get to pretend they don't exist.'
"It's been a nice chat, but it's time for you to leave."
'Not until I speak to my mother.'
"My mate is only permitted to speak to full blooded espers that are loyal to the cause of our people."
'Permitted?' Mirin telepathed with incredulity. 'Are you her father?'
"I killed him because he was a wayward soul. Careful that I don't do the world a service and remove you from it as well."
Mirin's eyes flashed as she smiled. Around her hands, crackling energy sizzled from the air and in her palms, white hot balls of magic formed. 'I see now what she said was true. She is not safe and I intend to fix that.'
Ruthivan grinned and transformed. Before Mirin now towered a red dog-like creature with large claws and fangs. He barked more than spoke. At his sides, other espers made their transformations, until Mirin was staring at three of the most twisted magical abominations she had ever seen. "Come, let us take out the garbage," Ruthivan barked.
'My name is Mirin, and Claire is my mother.'
The atmosphere settled into ice and the other espers narrowed their eyes. "The Kra'ineba has no other children but the four in her home and the one on the way."
'Kra... what?'
"Our Elder's mate."
'Oh... okay... right. Well, listen, she's in trouble and I've come to set things straight.'
"The Kra'ineba is in no danger."
'I assure you, she is.'
Before the orange esper could say more, a ruddy hand was lain upon his shoulder. Ruthivan walked to the fore, his eyebrows lifted in a glance of disdain. "Welcome, half-breed. How did you find our camp?"
Mirin's mouth pulled into a slight sneer. She walked forward and found herself looking up into Ruthivan's face. 'I got directions from your son. You do remember him, the one you slapped for trying to help his family?'
The crowd of espers bristled with sudden whispers and Ruthivan cocked his head to the side with a chuckle. "He is not my son."
'That must be convenient. You just drop any kids you don't like and get to pretend they don't exist.'
"It's been a nice chat, but it's time for you to leave."
'Not until I speak to my mother.'
"My mate is only permitted to speak to full blooded espers that are loyal to the cause of our people."
'Permitted?' Mirin telepathed with incredulity. 'Are you her father?'
"I killed him because he was a wayward soul. Careful that I don't do the world a service and remove you from it as well."
Mirin's eyes flashed as she smiled. Around her hands, crackling energy sizzled from the air and in her palms, white hot balls of magic formed. 'I see now what she said was true. She is not safe and I intend to fix that.'
Ruthivan grinned and transformed. Before Mirin now towered a red dog-like creature with large claws and fangs. He barked more than spoke. At his sides, other espers made their transformations, until Mirin was staring at three of the most twisted magical abominations she had ever seen. "Come, let us take out the garbage," Ruthivan barked.
Confronting Illusions
'So you have to sense it.'
"I guess."
Mirin sat across from Askari who stared down at the rug under his feet. She'd decided against going to Sanria and Gilean with the information on Claire. They didn't seem to be spending much time dwelling on her, and Mirin wasn't going to be the one to destroy that. It didn't anger her that they were happy and isolated from what was happening. Her mother, Claire, had made her choices and seemed to be paying the price... still...
'So when I get close-'
"I can help you get close, but I won't go in with you."
'Askari... you could help me a great deal.'
"No... I... can't."
'What happened to you?' Mirin telepathed with a sigh. "He turned into a chicken," Leandra snorted as she entered the room. She plopped down on the chair and smirked. "His racist sack of shit father slapped him across the face when he tried to stand up to him. He hasn't really been the same since."
Mirin turned her gaze on Askari. She narrowed the focus of her telepathy, speaking to her brother directly. 'Is what she says true?'
'Does it matter?'
'Of course it matters, Askari... did he strike you?'
"I know when I'm being excluded, I'll go make myself useful in this dump." Leandra got up and left the room, leaving Askari to make a long lingering sigh.
"Yes," Askari answered simply.
Mirin leaned over, taking her brother in her arms. Her response back was a stiff pat on her back as Askari pulled away. "I'll get you nearby, but I don't want to see him... ever."
'I understand.'
Thus it was that Mirin found herself on the edge of a wood, alone. She could sense the presence of the camp, the tingle of magic that only those with esper blood could decipher. She took a deep breath and stepped forward and through the camouflaged barrier.
"I guess."
Mirin sat across from Askari who stared down at the rug under his feet. She'd decided against going to Sanria and Gilean with the information on Claire. They didn't seem to be spending much time dwelling on her, and Mirin wasn't going to be the one to destroy that. It didn't anger her that they were happy and isolated from what was happening. Her mother, Claire, had made her choices and seemed to be paying the price... still...
'So when I get close-'
"I can help you get close, but I won't go in with you."
'Askari... you could help me a great deal.'
"No... I... can't."
'What happened to you?' Mirin telepathed with a sigh. "He turned into a chicken," Leandra snorted as she entered the room. She plopped down on the chair and smirked. "His racist sack of shit father slapped him across the face when he tried to stand up to him. He hasn't really been the same since."
Mirin turned her gaze on Askari. She narrowed the focus of her telepathy, speaking to her brother directly. 'Is what she says true?'
'Does it matter?'
'Of course it matters, Askari... did he strike you?'
"I know when I'm being excluded, I'll go make myself useful in this dump." Leandra got up and left the room, leaving Askari to make a long lingering sigh.
"Yes," Askari answered simply.
Mirin leaned over, taking her brother in her arms. Her response back was a stiff pat on her back as Askari pulled away. "I'll get you nearby, but I don't want to see him... ever."
'I understand.'
Thus it was that Mirin found herself on the edge of a wood, alone. She could sense the presence of the camp, the tingle of magic that only those with esper blood could decipher. She took a deep breath and stepped forward and through the camouflaged barrier.
Current Character Description - Quyen
Quyen is an athletic human with blue eyes and black, short, shaggy hair. A pair of goggles at the hairline pushes the hair out of his eyes. He wears a crimson red lab coat from which the sleeves are ripped off. Under the coat he wears a black leather outfit with straps. The right arm is muscled and tattooed with the number "42". The left is replaced by a copper clockwork arm that has four digits and a thumb at the end. Usually Quyen is accompanied by a crossbow and a burning cigarette between the lips.
Current Character Description - Sayoko Densetsu
A young woman with piercing blue eyes in tight leather armor accentuating her body. Ribbons of red, gold and green are tied loosely on her wrists and neck. Her armor is almost white but is really a shade of lavender. Gold filigree is stitched into the wrists and skirt. The top and bottom armor are separated by a short skirt with the sides cut off and nothing but a few gold chains on her side. She wears very little but a white cloak can conceal all she is if it were pulled tight. Her lip almost always has a long slender cigarette in it and golden hoop earings are her typical style aside from armor.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The Visitor II
At the tip of Ror's finger a flame danced and lit the cigarette. Ror leaned back into the comfortable chair and whisked the flame out at the same time. Across him, in an equally comfortable chair, sat a man with short, dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in black. His boots and crimon red coat were drying at the grand stone fireplace of the Tripower's formal dining room. The man across Ror warmed himself by the fire as he sucked the cigarette and let the smoke rise. A comfortable moan of content came from the man and he pushed his feet a little closer to the fire. "This is really nice. "
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
The Visitor
Someone shook Ror awake. He had fallen asleep in the library, despite the weather outside. Now there was a tripower guard standing next to him. "Huhn? " uttered Ror as he was dragged back into the real world from his dreams, "Sir, please wake up, sir? " Ror grumbled, "Yes, yes, I am awake. " He rubbed his eyes while the book he had been reading slided to the floor. "What's the matter? " "There's someone outside battering the gate, sir. For the last half hour, calling your name. " Ror sighed and got up, "Alright, alright, let's go check it out then. Any idea who it is? " he asked curiously. "No idea, sir. " Together they walked to the gatehouse and Ror soon found himself spying on the man outside. "Anyone you know, sir? " Ror shook his head, "No, nobody I - No wait! "
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
The Visitor
Thunder rolled across the landscape as a furious storm hit the port of Torregiano. The rain poured down on the roofs that were illuminated from time to time. Then thunder struck the jetty. Followed by a backlash of magical energies twisting their way into this world. For a short moment a portal existed. Lightning struck again, this time elsewhere, but as the light made the jetty flash up, a man was standing there. The rain drenched his cigarette and he grumbled. He picked it from between his lips with his mechanical arm and tossed it away. He started to walk through the downpour towards the city. He could see the tower that he had spied before. The location of which he knew his friend was now living. He dragged his soaked boots through the streets until he eventually stood before the gates of Tripower and looked up, the rain battering his face.
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
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