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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 2:36 am
KNIGHT ✖ THIEFa ffa and shadowstream productiona foolish knight. a crafty thief. an ancient treasure. dungeon diving. treasure map hunting. a long and arduous adventure.
let's tell a story...
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 2:43 am
CHARACTER PROFILE Samar Navarro Description: Known to have Red hair and Red eyes, known to be the 'Bloody Rose Thief' as the eyes can scare any child and believe it is the boogeyman. Sometimes is mistaken as a male because of her choice of clothing and refusal to groom herself enough to be an 'attractive' female. She is also a bit tall for her gender Age: Nineteen years Weight: 142LBs Height: 5"8 Good Personality Trait: - Responsible - Ambitious - Resourceful - Loyal Bad Personality Traits: - Distrusting - Inhibited (Reserved, Self-conscious, Shy) - Unimaginative - Conceited (Proud, Immodest, Supercilious [looking/acting like one's superior]) Weakness: Kids and Animals are her weakness, basically people who cannot fight back. It might be why she is for 'pick on someone your own size' mentality. Abilities: Speed, Climbing, Forest-Survival, and Animal-Behavior specialist. Weapons: Dual Blades (For Serious Combat) Dagger (For Quick Escapes/Threats...and close Combat) Armor: Normal male clothes...forget about the gun though Role: Thief Companion for Knight Bio/History: If anyone asks about her history, a lot of residences would say she just suddenly came up like a 'weed' in the garden. She did not show much about her past since one, it was nobody's business and second, she does not remember who she is. All she remembers was that she was abandoned in the forest and was chased after by men in dark clothing. She remembered being around eleven at the time. Forced to live like a homeless person, she still had memory of her skills which included forest survival, fighting, and climbing. So she knew she was in no way a royal person, but the loss of memories agitates her toward the years. As she went from place to place, she stole mostly food, money, books, and medicine which some went toward the poorer families. She sometimes create trouble with ranchers because she set free animals treated horribly. Some kids think of her as the female 'Robin Hood', while the adults found her to be a hindrance to the lifestyle. So it's why she moved from place to place trying to find figments of her lost memory. Gaianame: Shadowstream-chan
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 3:56 am
CHARACTER PROFILE Heath Wiltshire Description: Soft, wavy, long brown hair and piercing brown eyes. Long, refine nose and a sharp and defined chin. Heath is your typical template handsome male character. Age: Twenty - eight Weight: 195LBs Height: 6'3" Good Personality Trait: - Loyal - Efficient - Protective Bad Personality Traits: - Too Trusting - Headstrong - Possessive Weakness: Low alcohol tolerance. Heath learned from past mistakes that he shouldn't ever drink. A drunk Heath equals an emotional and very talkative Heath who will spill forth his every secret. He's also clingy and has gotten the ire and amusement of many of his fellow knights. Abilities: High Strength. Hand to hand combat. Sword and shield. Archery. Simple Hunting and Tacking Skills. Falconry. Weapons: Sword and shield, long bow and hunting knife. Armor: Wiltshire family armor, black and silver. Sea green one shoulder cape. Role: Knight Bio/History: in progress Gaianame: FFAx27
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 2:41 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 2:43 am
Heath walked down the crowded street, eyes darting about as he watched the people went about buying and selling their wares in the blazing summer heat. The sun above filtered through the quickly parting clouds, beaming down its hot rays that seeped into Heath's armor. The feel of the sweat uncomfortably rolled down his back. He sighed as he raised a gauntlet free hand to wipe across his brow and pushed back the hairs that clung to his face. Another sigh left him. It was an unbearably hot day and he was currently heading back to his lodging at The Silver Cask Tavern after his visit to the towns library.
It has already been five days since he came to this town, Loran. Five days with little to no results. Ever since he had started on this journey of his three weeks ago, Heath hadn't really been expecting much. He was, after all, searching for something that could as likely not even exist. But he couldn't give up! Not yet. For the sake of her hand... he would travel to the end of the world.
"But where do I go from here?" he muttered aloud. This was the second town he has been to and what little information he had gotten from scouring through scrolls and books, and listening to rumors from the elder folks of the town, there wasn't much to go on beside a tiny piece of paper with roughly drawn lines and semi illegible texts. From what he could deduce so far, his next destination was... west? Even he was unsure of the answer.
To the west of Loran was the trade city, Roldian, a fairly large commercial town that was as big as the kingdom's captial city, Alabasta. But in order to get there, a large forest sits between Loran and Roldian. It is known by no specific name other than simply 'The Forest'. Due to the numerous dark rumors that surrounded The Forest, Heath was rather hesitant on entering it without a guide; but who would be stupid enough to take such an offer when knowing the risk? Better to go around and brave the mountain pass and deal with a chance of banditry that lurk its hills than face the uncertainty of The Forest where lurks demons and many other supernatural creatures. Taking the mountain pass added an extra weeks worth of travel however and the added time wasn't something Heath wanted. The Forest was his only available option.
Hence. Heath needed a guide. He had placed up a request on a notice board two days ago along with a hefty sum of 10 gold pieces to any who accepted. Despite the high reward however, no one had yet to come forth.
Reaching his destination, Heath was happy to finally be out of the scorching heat. Since it was only midday, they was little patrons to fill the tavern. Sitting himself down in a vacant corner table, he called for a drink and simply waited. For the two day since he had placed the request for a guide, he had been waiting at this spot. It was the meeting place he had specified. Heath had long made up his mind that today would be the last day he would wait. Without a guide, he would brave The Forest himself. It would only be cowardice if he delayed any longer.
i dun guarantee that future post will be this long xD since this was mostly world/plot building. and I feel so rusty. been a good six months since I last roleplayed. sighs.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2016 10:57 am
↱◉ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: Bloody Rose | ◉ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Thief | ◉ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ: an Adventure Awaits ✹↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮✹•••It involved a chase through the forests that surrounded the town of Loran, the sound of the indignant and dogged men that spat out threats toward their prey that had fled with their merchandise. It was something Samar, known as the 'Bloody Rose Thief' was used to during her life. This kind of day always made the aderline rush go through her head. Despite the possibility of being beaten and dead, it only made her grin wider. Her weapons, consisted of twin blades and a dagger bumped on her body multiple times, following the flow of her jumping legs, going over logs and falling down cliffs to escape. She got down to the fifth cliff today as it had an arch which hid her. She had a hand over her mouth as she needed to be quiet, she heard multiple people up above, desperate for her head and the ware that she had stolen from them. Their venomous words echoed from above as their feet kept on moving, far enough to the point Samar found a reason to go home.
And by home, it was a cave that had all the stolen things from the past she could only remember. It varied from a shelf of books to cooking utensils to pillows to blankets to jewelry, etc. Samar had her dirty hand go through her blood-colored hair as she walked to an empty area which had a rock meant to be sat on. With a piece of chalk, she drew a short line next to the other white lines, all below the words 'Days of no Memory'. And the lines created hundreds and hundreds of white lines next to each other, which only created frustration within the girl. "Nothing....again." She grumbled as she stood up and counted her bounty for today. It was enough to where she can get some food from the tavern. Of course, she had to be careful since those men were going to be there. "Maybe I should dress up." She snickered, knowing well a lot of people thought she was a male because of her unkept appearance and her choice of clothing. So to get some food, she had decided to get to the river that was close to her cave with the female peasant clothes around her arms. With a bucket and some soap, she had washed her hair and naked body filled with scars she still cannot figure out where or whom it came from. With the cleaning, she had her hair up in a ponytail, had on a 'push up' bra to make her breasts bigger than it really was, and a long brown gown with a sleeveless tunic and a wimple that went around her head and ended where the ponytail started. She knew she looked very different but that was enough. Of course, she knew her red eyes would make it hard to hide. She cursed to herself as she forgot again about the eyes. So with that, she took off the wimple and replaced it with a long cloak with a hood to go over her eyes and hair as she moved on quickly.
Getting into town always made her heart beat, it was a risky situation as she might get caught. It had been almost a week since she had been here so she knew old wounds would heal. Her red eyes wandered to the notice board which seemed a bit more crowded than usual. Curiousity had piqued within her as went toward it, her eyes moved left and right to see the new 'requests'. The only notice that made her stop was a request for a guide through...'The Forest'. "Oh what a poor sucker. Must be a rich person who can't handle themselves." She chuckled within the darkness of her hood as she kept a hold of the paper. She read it over to see the meeting place, which ironically was where she was heading in the first place, See you soon you poor sap. With that, she continued to walk toward her destination and meeting place; the tavern.
Even though it was hot, Samar knew the risks of showing a piece of her hair or eyes would mean trouble. So with that she went into the tavern where very little people were. That would be good, if it wasn't for the obviously knight with heavy armor in there. She contained herself as she was tempted to growl and attack immediately. Knights were asking for trouble, and trouble themselves. Ignoring it for a second, she observed the paper again. Taking in the words, she discovered the knight was the so-called client! It would explain the huge bounty! With that she wondered what she was going to do about this, then again she thought to keep things calm. Holding onto the paper, she hoped that he was the right person, or there will be an awkward conversation, "Hopefully he does not have any ideas." She growled to herself as she walked over to where the 'client' was. Samar hated working for the hypocritical and holier-than-thou knights whom served the kingdom that screwed anybody that was not rich. Then again...why do I care? Sitting down on the table, she coughed to get her voice prepped. With the most feminine voice she could muster, she spoke to this knight. "Are you....the one who asked for a guide?" She slid the paper that had asked for a guide. "I happen to know someone who can help. That someone can not be here for...'specific' reasons. But do tell, why do you need to go through such a dangerous place as 'The Forest'?"
Ѻ Ѻ Ͼ► 【 That's a pretty good beginning so I have no problem(s) with your posting style. I just hope I can follow through as well. 】 ✹↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮↜ ↝↮✹ •••
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