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[Solan Thetria]

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~~The OOC Thread~~

Located deep in the High Forest of the country of Faerun is a large establishment. It's ruby red walls make it stand it out from the forest. As you near the oddly located building you realize that the stones scattered all around the property are actually tomb stones of the previous owners. Looming over each grave is a tree, each having a carving on it's trunk. With a closer look, the carvings are in the Elvish language, mean; "Let thy rest peacefully under the protective watch of the Gods above."

As you reach the front oak steps, you notice carvings on each step. These though, are meaningless for they are just childish drawings by the owners' children who became the next owners and so on. The carvings also cover the porch, not leaving one spot untouched.

On the Ivory door is an Ebony sign that's also in the Elvish language; "Welcome, traveler to our Tavern and Inn. Please, enjoy your stay and don't make a big mess." The sign may sound be selfish sounding, but the owners never really got to understand humans, or any race other than elves for that matter.

On the other side of the door is a slightly large bar area to the left, the counter stretching from the Southwest corner all the way to the Northwestern, stopping just a yard from the wall to yet the employees come and go as they please...if there were any.
To the right are multiple round tables that are able to hold up to four people at each. The chairs are made with a special wood gotten from the cold country of Icewind Dale while the tables were made from a local wood given to the owners by the Lythari. Against the Eastern wall are booths for those who want to sit on something soft.
A set of stairs in the upper right corner leads up to the first 20 rooms. The room interior will be explained later on.

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[Solan Thetria]

~:: Rules ::~

-Follow the Terms of Service
-If you just want to RP you DO NOT need to send me a profile
-Don't stretch the pages with large pictures
-Please be (semi)literate
-NO God modding
-Keep everything at PG-13
-OOCness should be separate from the ICness
-And if you are OOC, please show that you are
-ALL races are accepted
-Do not destroy the tavern or kill anyone
-No flaming or advertising

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[Solan Thetria]

~:: Rooms ::~

There are three floors within the tavern that has rooms on them. Each floor has twenty, meaning there are sixty rooms total. On the top most floor, the rooms are for employees and owners.
With in each room are the basics; a double bed, a dresser, a bathroom and a small veranda. As you enter the room you first come into the main room with the bed in the upper right corner, the dresser next to it and a sliding door leading to the veranda. Next to the room entrance is the door to the bathroom. A small sitting area, made up of couches and love-seats, is located in the extra space of the room, a small fireplace in the center of it.

Thanks to a permanent spell laid upon every room by the founder, a wizard, they appear however the occupant's desires it to, but the locations are still the same.

Floor 2

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5. Rarikior (thomas phantom) - Bartender
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19. Kahya (gypsy tears x) - Bartender
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Floor 3

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16. Kolas Civuln (RPC #6)
17. Norel Aether (RPC #5)
18. Alakyl Ken'Rahel (RPC #4)
19. Davtiln Taletreader (RPC #3)
20. Mayvyr Rilyn'Neld (RPC #2)

Floor 4

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19. Daryun Al'Theris (Erus Fatum) - Waiter
20. Solan M. Thetria (Main RPC) - Owner

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[Solan Thetria]

~:: Staff ::~

Owner
-Solan Thetria a.k.a. Solan Thetria

Co-Owner
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Bartenders
- Rarikior a. k. a. thomas phantom
- Kahya a. k. a. gypsy tears x
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Waitress/Waiters
- Daryun a. k. a. Erus Fatum
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Application
PM me this application with the title April Rain Tavern and Inn
Note: DO NOT post your application, it will be deleted.
Note #2: Before you send me an application, ask for the job IC first.
Note #3: The reason for this is so I don't get confused and so I can see how you roleplay first. :3

Username: screen name
Name: your character's name
Age: their age
Gender: male or female
Race: human, vampire, dragon, elf, etc.
Looks: what your character looks like
Job desired: which job you want
Room to reside in: what room and which floor it is on
Other: any information you'd like to add

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~:: Lists ::~

~*~White List~*~
Solan Thetria - I made the place foo'.
thelovelessfox - Because she's awesome like that.

~*~Black List~*~
Atra Aduro - Insulted one of the other roleplayers
commypop - Distasteful writing style

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[Solan Thetria]

It was quiet in the forest at this time of day; the beings of the forest getting ready to head back to their realms of sleep. All but one being. The main room of the establishment was empty, except for the intoxicating, woody smell of the cherry oak furniture and the presence behind the bar's counter. There sat a woman, her hair pulled back into a low pony tail as she let her eyes wander the silent space, a feeling of loneliness radiating off her figure. Her head rested in her open palm of her hand as her elbow was placed on the counter top, showing a bored expression on her facial features. There was no one else in the building, so the reason for her loneliness was obvious. All the other occupants of the place were busy, off doing their own duties as the woman was left alone to herself. Most would love this time alone... but not her.

[Arzukael]

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The honey cigar lay cradled between his left hands forefinger and middlefinger, wrist slack as he crouched down low to the earth. He'd wandered into unknown territory, and thus he'd felt the need to be cautious. Sniffing the air, he couldn't smell any humans around, his chocolate brown eyes flickering through the deeply forested area before a small snort came from his throat. "Hmmn..." Lifting the cigar to his lips, he took a deep drag, rolling the smoke over his tongue and letting it escape through his nostrils. Lukas glanced at one of the trees and wrinkled his nose, bringing his right hands thumb to a sharp canine, knicking it and letting it bleed for a while before marking the tree with the scent much like a dog would, only his reasoning wasn't over possessive and childish manners. He simply needed to do it to make a path incase he wanted to return to this spot. He did this for quite a while, unconcerned about the draining digit, intent on his job and stopping every few steps for a nicotine fix. The path stretched far before he came across an establishment, one that both irked but welcomed the man, his dark hair falling in strands from behind his ears.

Just as he thought about continuing on his way, his stomache growled at him in protest, wishing to be filled. Lukas frowned hard, lowering his gaze to the hidden organ and cursing under his breath. "Fine," he exhaled, dragging his right hand down his face before kicking a foreign tombstone and continuing up to the building. Knocking once on the black door, head rolling on his shoulders before opening on his own and stepping inside. It was unusually well kept, the word unusual being used simply because he didn't think anyone would live this deep in the forest. There was a bar to the left, creating a type of kiddy-corner effect and stopping short of the wall for a door to get behind the counter. Other than that, there wasn't much to the place. A few scattered tables, booths, and a set of stairs that led to the upper floors. Now, the question nagging at the edge of his brain was if he could get a decent meal here. The tip of his cigar ignited a fiery red as he inhaled another lungful of intoxicating smoke, the sweet scent of honey filling his nostrils and pleasing his senses. Starting to shed the light suede jacket on his shoulders, it was found he was bare chested, a series of dog tags and a necklace with a slab of stone marked in runes hanging around his neck. He was lithe, but well muscled from years of travelling by foot and fending for himself since childhood. Tossing his coat carelessly onto the nearest chair, he sat in it shortly after, arms crossed over his chest while he waited.

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[Esotamoc]

Location: Deep in the High Forest of Faerun.
Time: Dusk.
Temperature: Warm with a crisp breeze.

Dusk. What a magical time, what an alluring time. Honestly, the night was simply beautiful. It warm, not being too hot nor to cold. However, if you got caught off guard by the breeze, it could send shivers up your spine. The High Forest was quiet that night. It was just one of those ever calming scenes from a painting. The difference between a painting and the scene, however, is the fact that the scene is about to be interrupted...

The silence was suddenly broken by a snapping twig. The forest seemed to react and suck in a breath. From out of the bush emerged a blue figure. Shoulder length, vibrant blue hair and ice blue eyes cut through the darkness. The figure in question was Ophelia Elcaro, better known as simply Lia. Lia was a short little thing, standing only at five feet and three inches with a nice body. With a few blinks and a small yawn she let out a weird whistle and shoved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, which were complemented by black skater shoes and a black and blue tank top. Not really waiting for the answer to her whistle Lia made her way over to the tavern and slipped in silently. She moved over to a table and sat down, looking around the place. She thought it was rather odd for a tavern to be in such a place but who was she to judge? With a small blink she looked to the side as a blur of red appeared beside her.

Althaia Nomed, better known as Thaia, was a half demon. The only real demonic quality she had, in ways of powers, was her ungodly speed. She cracked a grin and ran her hands through her dark red tresses as her dark brown, almost black, eyes scanned the tavern, the slightly red tint being noticeable every so often. She was four inches taller than Lia but they were still friends. She was also bigger framed, not that it took away from her beauty. She let out a small yawn and ran her tongue over the lip ring that was located on the bottom left corner of her lip. The two girls seemed to be tired and they were, they had just traveled quite a deal and ended up in Faerun on accident. Leaning back in her chair, Thaia closed her eyes and relaxed slightly.

Silence again...and then the door burst open and a girl standing at five foot five and looking so small that you would imagine her disappearing when she turned sideways bounced in. Blaire Retfihs wasn't usually this energetic and bubbly but she had just been flying for almost two days straight so she was wired. The feeling of the wind beneath her wings was simply amazing to her. Long black hair was complimented by emerald eyes and pale skin. All three girls were pale. As the last girl slipped into her seat she stretched out a bit and then shook out her body. "It feels weird being in human form again." She announced, her voice a bit timid and quiet.

"It feels weird not being on my feet." Lia added, her voice silky and smooth, and drummed her fingers on the table.

"Are we staying here tonight or just grabbing a drink and then heading out again?" Thaia asked, her voice rich and velvety.

"We'll see how hammered we get." Lia replied with a smirk, making all three of them laugh.

[Solan Thetria]

There was a sudden jolt that ran through the woman's body when the door suddenly opened. The woman, who went by the name Solan, let her eyes snap to the direction of the noise, an eyebrow being raised as she saw someone come it. Seeing as it was unusual, she had thought it was just a sudden gust of wind. There was nothing else left to do so, Solan placed her feet back on the floor and pushed herself off the stool, just in time to spot three other women waltz right in. A small curse slipped the woman's lips as she felt a presence form in the room behind the bar; the kitchen. "Alakyl." That was the only thing she could think of as the reason before she took a seat on the counter. Lifting her feet back up, her knees connected with her chest as she spun around so that she was on the other side of the bar. She slipped off the counter, glancing in between the tables before choosing the person that was here the longest, even if only by some few moments. Her feet barely made a sound as she made her way to the table that was occupied by the man. "May I get you something, sir?" Her voice was calm and soft, mixing with her features that showed kindness ad patience. She stood across from him, waiting.

There was a few rattles that came from the kitchen, giving another indication that there was another being present. It was a few moments before the reason for the noises decided to show himself. His name; Alakyl Ken'Rahel, a Dark Elf fugitive that is still being searched for. He stood at a simple five foot seven inches. His figure was lithe, though masculine from the work he was made to do from birth. His eyes looked through the red tinted glasses he wore, taking in his surroundings before stopping at the table with three women. A small, yet sly smile played onto his lips as he slipped off the glasses, placing them down on the counter top before walking over to the table. "Greetings, anything I can get you three this night?" His voice was smooth and almost alluring, his eyes flickering lightly with a small amount of amusement as he leaned on the table.

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[Esotamoc]

"What are drinking?" Thaia asked, glancing between her two companions.

"Whiskey?" Lia offered with a shrug.

"I hate whiskey." Blaire announced, making a face that made Lia smirk.

"Vodka?" Lia offered again.

"Beer?" Thaia offered as well, looking at Blaire.

"Wine." Blaire announced and grinned.

Lia shook her head and turned to the man. "We need a double shot of whiskey, a glass of white wine and the house beer." She told him and then looked back at her friends. "Problem solved, seeing as you two are to lame to drink whiskey."

"Bite me!" Thaia replied, sticking her tongue out. She turned to Blaire and looked at her, grinning. "******** wine. You're so mild." She announced, making Lia and her laugh and Blaire blush.

[Arzukael]

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He shuddered, just barely noticable if not for the small ripple of muscle trembling down his spine, as three women came in one after the other. They complained and talked to one another, but he didn't look back. Their voices were enough to keep him distracted from the hunger. Looking up when a blonde woman approached him, an elf, he raised an eyebrow and rested his elbow on the table beside him, observing her with interest. "I've always wondered if those ears were real," he mused outloud, before sighing and answering her question. "Yeah, some food, if you could," he bit out, not meaning to sound so harsh but he was on edge. It had been a while since he'd faced anything but animals on his journey, and being in such close proximity with another heartbeat that was similar to his own was unnerving. "Any meat," he added quickly before she could turn and leave him to get the wrong thing, "fresh or raw." It was an odd request, yes, but this was an odd man she would be serving. Drumming his fingers on the table, he lifted the honey cigar to his lips and let his brain numb from the intake of smoke. If he finished this one too quickly, there was still a full pack in his back pocket, and another in his front of Players cigarettes. He liked the taste of cigars over cigarettes by far, but if worse came to worst he'd smoke them. They were all he had for comfort. Lifting his deep chocolate brown eyes up to his host, they sparked with something akin to anger as he tried to silently push her to hurry up. He was starving at this point, his stomache starting to turn and eat at itself. The women were still bickering about alcohol behind him, and his nails slowly grinded into the wooden tables, leaving dents. He didn't care if he was scolded, but they were grinding at his patience.

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[Solan Thetria]

"Psh, no vodka? Lame." Alakyl gave the three a small nod, pushing himself from the table with a small shove. "I'll be right back with your order." Giving the three a polite, but playful bow Kyl turned heel before heading back to the kitchen. Vodka, one of the drinks that kept Alakyl from busting things apart in the early morning. The taste intoxicated him, wanting him to have more which he happily agreed. As he slipped into the kitchen, he cut passed the counter and exited through a separate door that opened to the bar. Immediately he started on the order for the women, remembering it exactly. His tongue glided over his lips as he gazed at all the different drinks; alcoholic or no.
Not long after, about three minutes or so, Alakyl had a tray that had the two shots of whiskey, a glass of white wine and the house house beer. Being the lazy b*****d that he usually is, he kept the tray on the counter and took a seat, doing the same thing as Solan did and lifted up his feet. Getting his footing back on the other side of the bar, he grabbed the tray and took it over to the table with the three women, placing it in the center of the table. "There you three are."

Solan listen quietly to the man's request before giving him a nod. "As you wish, I will be back quickly." Sounded like she was a slave, but her mind was moving too fast to care as the elven woman headed back the way she came and entered the kitchen in stead of going over the counter. She was immediately overcome by different meat smells, making her own mouth water with hunger. Focusing on the matter at hand, she busied herself with making the order.
Sensing the man's hunger, Solan had hurried herself in making the meal. It wasn't long until she had a plate occupied by a raw piece of steak that Solan hoped would quench the man's hunger. She had put a fork and steak knife on the plate as she exited the kitchen. Her eyes locked on her destination as she headed over to the man's table, taking note of the marks he was making on the table. Not caring in the slightest, Solan placed the plate in front of him. "Would like anything to drink as well?"

[Esotamoc]

[[Brain block, stupid s**t going on right now...]]

By the time Alakyl was back with their drinks Blaire was just silently looking at the floor with Thaia and Lia were bickering about something or another. The two didn't even seem to blink as Alakyl set the drinks down. However, Blaire reached out and picked up her glass of wine, smiling softly at him. "Thank you." She commented and took a small sip.

[Arzukael]

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Lukas silently watched the dark elf come back with the womens orders, nodding when his host went to fetch some food for him. While she was gone, he busied his hands, taking a drag from his cigar before reaching into his front pocket. Pulling out the pack of Players cigarettes, he picked an elastic from the various few that were stretched around the cardboard box, pushing it onto his wrist before placing the box back into its place. Gathering his long dark hair into a thick rope, he tied it back out of his face, going around it twice and pulling it tight so it wouldn't get in his way. By the time he'd done that, the smell of meat wafted his way, and his pupils dilated in eagerness. "Thank you," he nearly growled, looking at the food like he could kiss it, his mind so hazed with hunger that her question nearly fell on deaf ears. "Drink? Uh, water," he said absently, not looking at her but at the steak with renewed vigor. His manners went out the window, ignoring his host and the knife she'd left to accompany the fork. With a stab, he lifted the slab of meat into the air, bringing it to his mouth and taking a rather large bite. Blood dribbled onto his chest, trailing down his stomache towards the edge of his dark denim jeans. It was like a wolf had possessed him, it quite possibly had, as he scarfed down the food like no tomorrow. He wasn't even a quarter of a way in before a little voice in the back of his head whispered he was in the presense of women. Begrudgingly, he let that voice talk him out of his stark raven mad personality, dark eyes lifting towards his host uncertainly, a muscle in his cheek twitching as he forced the food back onto the plate with a sickening slap that only flesh on porcelaine could create. "My name is Lukas, by the way..."

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