Okay, I added a pic for Winston. You should look at the last line in his physical description ... you know ... in case Darma is looking for some male attention! :O
LOL. I saw.
I'll write Darma's profile tomorrow morning.
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LOL. I saw.
I'll write Darma's profile tomorrow morning.
"Stone overlook near the habor's north end," Olivia repeated happily as she made her way to the traveler's inn she usually stayed in during her secret trips to town. "I can't wait." She walked side-by-side with the big man escorting her, something that most nobles didn't do. Most, including her father, would walk a few steps ahead of their escorts. Her father never walked side-by-side with anyone except his wife, children and people who held similar status as him. Not even his most trusted advisers could walk beside him. It was, as he often said, 'asserting one's status.' The young blonde had scoffed at the idea the first time she heard it and always walked side-by-side with Darma and most of the servants who followed her around the castle. It was one of the things that endeared her to the people. She looked up at the big man, grinning at him as though they had known each other for a long time. "You must have traveled beside Lord Paul for a long time. Will you tell me about him?" she asked casually. "Of course, it would also please me to hear about you, Sir Winston," she added.
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Sophia looked at Paul, contemplating on what path she should follow. Should she be aggressive, climb up with him to his room and show him how pleasurable her company was in bed or should she play the innocent virgin that acted boldly because she merely wanted to meet him? The second choice wasn't a wise one. While the men she had bedded for a fee kept her their mouths closed about her relationship to them, it would not do well for her if she pretended to be what she wasn't and then have him hear all about it from her patrons. But maybe a combination of the two would work.
She gave him a polite bow. "I would be more than happy to assist you, my Lord," she started, making it clear that going up to his room was agreeable to her. She looked at the wet stain the ale had left on his clothes. "As I have offered earlier, I will launder your soiled clothes and have them clean and ready for you in the morning," she finished. "There is no need to apologize," she added.
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Sophia looked at Paul, contemplating on what path she should follow. Should she be aggressive, climb up with him to his room and show him how pleasurable her company was in bed or should she play the innocent virgin that acted boldly because she merely wanted to meet him? The second choice wasn't a wise one. While the men she had bedded for a fee kept her their mouths closed about her relationship to them, it would not do well for her if she pretended to be what she wasn't and then have him hear all about it from her patrons. But maybe a combination of the two would work.
She gave him a polite bow. "I would be more than happy to assist you, my Lord," she started, making it clear that going up to his room was agreeable to her. She looked at the wet stain the ale had left on his clothes. "As I have offered earlier, I will launder your soiled clothes and have them clean and ready for you in the morning," she finished. "There is no need to apologize," she added.
Sorta lost my train of thought for this RP. But I'll read through the new posts and come up with something, I promise.
@Caits
As soon as Callie got all that she needed, Caius brought her back to his place and the day passed by uneventfully. That night, he paced by the window, occasionally looking up at the moon. It wasn't full but it would be in a few more nights. "This unnatural surge of new vampires here would no doubt attract werewolves in an effort to bring back balance," he shook his head. "I would need to rejoin my pack at the night of the full moon to try and bring order to the chaos of newly turned wolves."
As soon as Callie got all that she needed, Caius brought her back to his place and the day passed by uneventfully. That night, he paced by the window, occasionally looking up at the moon. It wasn't full but it would be in a few more nights. "This unnatural surge of new vampires here would no doubt attract werewolves in an effort to bring back balance," he shook his head. "I would need to rejoin my pack at the night of the full moon to try and bring order to the chaos of newly turned wolves."
Maybe I should make a profile for Darma.
Also, here are the names of Olivia's two older brothers after Adam: Lucas and Matthew.
Also, here are the names of Olivia's two older brothers after Adam: Lucas and Matthew.
RAV - MED - COM
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Place of Birth:
Oerba, Gran Pulse
Brand Location:
Left Arm
Description:
Nyxia stands 5 feet 7 inches with a slender build. She wears clothes exactly like what Oerba Yun Fang's but in shades of black, purple and green. Being in a tribe closely related to the Yun tribe, it is not strange that their choice of clothes are similar, if not identical. What sets her apart from the rest of her tribe is her hair and eye color. While all of the Xin tribe has light colored hair (blonde to light brown) and dark brown eyes, Nyxia has purple hair she wears mostly in a braid down her back (reaches mid back in a braid, reaches waist length when worn out of a braid) and blue eyes.
As a child, her mother was fond of putting flowers in her hair and placing vibrant jewels around her neck to contrast with and emphasize the strange color of her hair. As a result, she grew up being fond of trinkets. She wears several necklaces on her neck, a nose ring and a circlet of crystal buds on her head.
Backstory:
Nyxia comes from a long line of healers and was training to be one just before the start of the story. She noticed that her father, a particularly skilled healer in the tribe, would constantly leave the village in constant search of something he refused to talk about. Unknown to Nyxia, her father had been branded a l'Cie by Anima, the fal'Cie Oerba looks to as their village patron to protect them from hostile wildlife. Curious to where her father disappears to, she planned on following him but was found out and stopped by her mother. When asked about it, older woman remained tightlipped.
On a particularly bright and sunny day, Nyxia was practicing with her blades in the field when a monstrous Cieth lumbered into Oerba, successfully killing a handful of people and leaving more injured. Hearing the screams of her people, Nyxia hurried back to the village and angaged the monster. With the help of the other warriors, they eventually managed to bring down the monster. The purple haired girl, exhausted but still willing to help out, turned her attention to the injured. She was horrified to see familiar people and close friends dead but determined not to let the grief overwhelm her, she focused on healing the wounded. One of the injured was her mother. No matter how hard Nyxia tried to heal her, the older woman's injuries were just too severe that she soon refused her daughter's help, insisting she use her powers on people who had a better chance at surviving.
Overcame with grief, Nyxia held her dying mother in her arms. The older woman reached up and laid a hand on her cheek, praising her for what she had become and what she had achieved. Before she succumbed to death, she told her daughter that the Cieth that had attacked the village was in fact her father, a branded l'Cie who had failed to fulfill his focus.
The revelation put Nyxia in shock that she stayed frozen on the spot, her dead mother cradled in her arms. Had she been able to help out with the injured, a lot more could have survived. But she remained rooted where she was, her mind numb and not fully able to wrap itself around the fact that the monster that had killed and injured so many and the same monster that she had dealt the fatal blow to was her father.
After the events of that day, Nyxia became withdrawn, her mind twisting her views on herself, making her believe that she is capable only of bringing death and destruction just like the Cieth she still refused to think of as her father. Refusing to continue on with her training and loathing the fal'Cie she once paid homage to, she set to wander the world to try to make sense of what happened and perhaps to find herself. She left the village and wandered around Pulse and eventually found herself caught up in the war between Cocoon and Pulse.
Personality:
Nyxia is a quiet individual who prefers to be by herself most times, quietly observing those around her. It's not that she has no social abilities -- she used to be a friendly, cheerful girl -- but due to her past, she tries to keep away from most in the fear of ending up hurting them. While she has healing capabilities, she is reluctant to use them as she is convinced that she can do more harm than good.
Stats:
HP: 4
STR: 3
MAG: 5
Weapon:
Chained blades: the chain connecting the two blades is 1 meter in length and wraps around Nyxia's waist when not in use, the blades secured in their scabbards strapped on both side of her hips. When in battle, she can use her blades for close combat as well as long range with the help of the chain.
Squad Role:
Scout
Answer 1: Mog
Answer 2: 30
Olivia took a half step back when Paul barred her path...or at least part of it. She was ready to nurse her bruised ego at his rejection and was surprised that he would stop her. A telltale smile threatened to curve her lips up but his next words made it stop midway.
"I could not in all good conscience allow you out into the night without escort."
Ugh. Just like father. When will these men realize that I am a grown woman and capable of protecting myself?
She would have shot Paul a retort but instead just nodded her head. There really was no use insisting something he'll probably just insist against. He called to the man that had been successful in preventing a fight earlier.
"And you may as well take me up on my offer ... because if you do not allow him to escort you, he will follow you like a love sick puppy until you are all cuddled back in your bed where your father believes you to already be."
There. She was right.
She glanced towards the big man whose name was apparently Winston. At a distance, he didn't look so daunting but he did now as he was walked towards them. She turned back towards the object of her infatuation, fully intending to launch into an argument despite her earlier thoughts. But she was distracted by how handsome he was leading her thoughts to turn towards a more mature path. A slight flush came over her cheeks as she fantasized about her uncle right in front of him.
"I must remain here to take a meeting, otherwise I would beg permission to walk by your side under the stars this eve'." The light flush that was already coloring her cheeks bloomed into a darker shade of pink as Paul took her hand. "I would beg of the Lady to see her again, however ... soonderf6tt5 ... perhaps tomorrow ... for a lunch by the water."
She was supposed to be back in the castle before the sun rose up in the sky but an invitation to a meal by the water with the man she often daydreamed about was simply too good to pass up on. She'll have to figure out a way to sneak out again. She and Darma had snuck out several times during daylight that it wasn't something new or impossible. Unable to control her delight, a wide grin spread across her face. "I would like that," she admitted, wondering if his invitation was merely out of courtesy or something else. She hope that he at least thought she was attractive.
She removed her hand from Paul's and turned to the towering man to her left, giving him a pretty smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Winston. My name is Olivia...or Iya, if you may," she said and then looked at Paul. "I look forward to our meal together, milord," she curtsied again before she pulled the hood of her cloak back onto her head, turned and allowed the knight to lead her away.
A scowling Sophia walked into the tavern door several minutes later. Olivia's handmaiden had somehow led her around town trying to look for a replacement for the Lord's clothes. But when they didn't find anything, the dark haired woman seemed to just disappear out of thin air, leaving a baffled Sophia wondering how she had distracted her from her original plans in the first place. She scanned the room and almost sighed in relief when she noted that Paul was still there. Without wasting time, she headed towards him and gave him a polite bow. "I apologize, my Lord. We were not able to find you clean clothes. I'm afraid there are no shops that would accommodate us at this time of the night."
"I could not in all good conscience allow you out into the night without escort."
Ugh. Just like father. When will these men realize that I am a grown woman and capable of protecting myself?
She would have shot Paul a retort but instead just nodded her head. There really was no use insisting something he'll probably just insist against. He called to the man that had been successful in preventing a fight earlier.
"And you may as well take me up on my offer ... because if you do not allow him to escort you, he will follow you like a love sick puppy until you are all cuddled back in your bed where your father believes you to already be."
There. She was right.
She glanced towards the big man whose name was apparently Winston. At a distance, he didn't look so daunting but he did now as he was walked towards them. She turned back towards the object of her infatuation, fully intending to launch into an argument despite her earlier thoughts. But she was distracted by how handsome he was leading her thoughts to turn towards a more mature path. A slight flush came over her cheeks as she fantasized about her uncle right in front of him.
"I must remain here to take a meeting, otherwise I would beg permission to walk by your side under the stars this eve'." The light flush that was already coloring her cheeks bloomed into a darker shade of pink as Paul took her hand. "I would beg of the Lady to see her again, however ... soonderf6tt5 ... perhaps tomorrow ... for a lunch by the water."
She was supposed to be back in the castle before the sun rose up in the sky but an invitation to a meal by the water with the man she often daydreamed about was simply too good to pass up on. She'll have to figure out a way to sneak out again. She and Darma had snuck out several times during daylight that it wasn't something new or impossible. Unable to control her delight, a wide grin spread across her face. "I would like that," she admitted, wondering if his invitation was merely out of courtesy or something else. She hope that he at least thought she was attractive.
She removed her hand from Paul's and turned to the towering man to her left, giving him a pretty smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Winston. My name is Olivia...or Iya, if you may," she said and then looked at Paul. "I look forward to our meal together, milord," she curtsied again before she pulled the hood of her cloak back onto her head, turned and allowed the knight to lead her away.
A scowling Sophia walked into the tavern door several minutes later. Olivia's handmaiden had somehow led her around town trying to look for a replacement for the Lord's clothes. But when they didn't find anything, the dark haired woman seemed to just disappear out of thin air, leaving a baffled Sophia wondering how she had distracted her from her original plans in the first place. She scanned the room and almost sighed in relief when she noted that Paul was still there. Without wasting time, she headed towards him and gave him a polite bow. "I apologize, my Lord. We were not able to find you clean clothes. I'm afraid there are no shops that would accommodate us at this time of the night."
Luca Stormgrim
Interacting with: ...
Luca hung back and observed the interaction between the Gob and the white Kil'garen and the the Gob and the Gargantu. He personally didn't see any use in hurting a servant, particularly one that seemed to be loyal and obedient. Of course, most in the Empire would beg to disagree. To most, especially those in power, slaves are slaves, they were made to do their bidding and take their abuse meekly. Despite these thoughts, he kept silent, keeping his face, as always, emotionless. His eyes, however, lingered on the Gob for a few minutes before he turned them towards it's master.
Huh. A guide in exchange for this 'something.' Sounds suspicious.
But even then, he didn't speak. If the majority of their party would end up consenting to this shady deal, then there's little he can do about it. Besides a guide to an unknown terrain was an advantage. Especially if this guide had the know how to speak ancient Magi tongue.
Interesting.
Sharp blue eyes flickered from the Gob to the Gargantu. Something was peculiar with this unlikely pair and he found himself growing curious. But before the curiosity could grow bigger, he was distracted by a commotion. Luca raised an eyebrow when Grand Templars marched towards their group and labeled one of them as a traitor. For a brief moment, he wondered what it was that the woman did but just a quickly banished the thought from his head. Nothing good came out of wondering about things he's better off not knowing, particularly things that concerned the Empire.
It didn't take long for Gun'Tar to take his leave after hearing some favorable responses from the party. Luca didn't bother speaking out, just like the assassin Kyras. Both of them preferred to hang back and observe, a trait often observed in people trained to be assassins.
When one began moving towards the gate, so did Luca.
Olivia nodded at Paul's words. Of course, the monks and the sisters would take good care of her grandmother. It is, after all, what they were good at. But, still, even with that knowledge, she often wondered why Lady Eddithia was not allowed any visitors. Was her condition severe? Contagious, maybe? The headstrong teenager vowed to find a way to visit her. Surely, seeing a family member would be good for her: it might even hasten her recovery. But then, slipping away to visit her grandmother would be going against her father's wishes...not that his wishes of late made any sense. What he didn't know won't hurt him, right?
A commotion happening in the far corner of the bar caught her attention and she turned to see two patrons arguing loudly. She watched as a big, burly knight stood up and chastised the men very effectively, his appearance and his booming voice enough to calm a storm even without that dagger. While the two patrons looked as though they were about to wet their pants in fear, Olivia found herself chuckling. She decided that she liked the big man.
"You really should not be out in town unescorted at this time of the knight, m'lady." She looked at Paul as he stood up then at the hand he offered her. "If you would permit, it would be my honor and duty to ensure you returned to the Castle safely."
He is sending me away, Olivia thought in dismay but she kept her composure. She smiled at the young Duke-to-be and then shook her head. She didn't take his hand. "Returning to the castle at this late hour will not only send the whole household into an uproar but it will also ensure that I will never set foot in this town again." She gracefully stood up without his help, her back a little stiff from what she thought was rejection. "I apologize for taking too much of your time, milord. I will take my leave." she politely curtsied and then turned to walk away. She looked around for Darma but when she didn't see the handmaiden around, she sighed inwardly but continued on towards the door. She'll have to make her way to the inn by herself and meet up with the handmaiden there.
A commotion happening in the far corner of the bar caught her attention and she turned to see two patrons arguing loudly. She watched as a big, burly knight stood up and chastised the men very effectively, his appearance and his booming voice enough to calm a storm even without that dagger. While the two patrons looked as though they were about to wet their pants in fear, Olivia found herself chuckling. She decided that she liked the big man.
"You really should not be out in town unescorted at this time of the knight, m'lady." She looked at Paul as he stood up then at the hand he offered her. "If you would permit, it would be my honor and duty to ensure you returned to the Castle safely."
He is sending me away, Olivia thought in dismay but she kept her composure. She smiled at the young Duke-to-be and then shook her head. She didn't take his hand. "Returning to the castle at this late hour will not only send the whole household into an uproar but it will also ensure that I will never set foot in this town again." She gracefully stood up without his help, her back a little stiff from what she thought was rejection. "I apologize for taking too much of your time, milord. I will take my leave." she politely curtsied and then turned to walk away. She looked around for Darma but when she didn't see the handmaiden around, she sighed inwardly but continued on towards the door. She'll have to make her way to the inn by herself and meet up with the handmaiden there.
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