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JaydeElf1187

PostPosted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 9:28 pm
Well... I gather from what the announcement thread said that anybody can start a role-playing topic...? ninja
If I'm wrong just let me know. xd
I used to rp all the time- although now, not so much. Not since we got rid of Aol.
I've got three characters involved in a role-play guild here on Gaia- although all of the rpers on there are like anywhere from 9-13 years old and don't type worth a darn. whee Its shortened speak like: Lyk whut yu doin' n stuf???
Its... actually kind of irritating to try to decipher half the time. confused
The rp is interesting all the same I guess. xd

Anyways, I usually like medieval fantasy rps the best- so that's what this is going to be. wink
Although muzzle-loading firearms, along with various other technologies are allowed too. (Its pretty much anything goes, as long as its not present day or futuristic.) And any kind of character is welcome too. ^_^ When you order a drink or food, I'll role-play as the waitress/waiter who attends you (It'll probably just be breif blurbs though.)
And I'll assume that we all know the basic rules of role-play- no "Un-touchable" characters that can't get hurt and are superpowerful, no taking over another person's character or putting words in their mouths... etc, etc.
Let's all play nice, alright? ^_^

Setting:
The Dizzy Drake is just a simple, two-story tavern set back from one of the many roadways that wander along the countryside, and is owned by a guy named Tristan Tannochre. (Which I'll be playing as he pops in and out, along with maybe a couple of other characters.) There's a small town just up the road, complete with a market, tailor, peddler, blacksmith, etc.
There's a small wooded area across the path from the tavern, which tapers off in either direction and down a sloping hill.
Inside, there's a spacious main room filled with numerous tables and chairs. There's an L-shaped bar in the back-right corner , with a door leading to the kitchen behind it, and a there's large fireplace on the left. Upstairs are the rooms, on either side of a small hallway.

(If you have any other questions that need answering, go ahead and post them wink )  
PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 4:08 pm
A hooded figure walks into the tavern, a sword on his back. He takes a look around, and then removes the hood, to reveal a man with jet black hair, and eyes that seemed to have a reddish tint to them. It was not obvious what he wore under his cloak.

The man walks up to the bar and sits down. "A drink.." He speaks in a rough tone. By the looks of him, he was no more than twenty-five years old, but he had a scar across his left eye that said he had seen much in his time.

While waiting for his drink, he looks around the tavern, eyeing the decorations on the walls, and above the fireplace.  

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JaydeElf1187

PostPosted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:16 am
It would be Tristan himself who was serving this afternoon- he had given the bar-maids and bar-misters the day off today. He did it every once in a while. Just to remind himself why he opened the tavern in the first place, and to remind himself of what a hard days work was like.

He looked up from behind the bar, nodding his head. He was thin and tall man, perhaps late thirties in age from the way he looked. He had longish brown hair, kept in a short ponytail in the back, and brown-grey eyes.

"What kind, sir?" Tristan piped cheerfully.  
PostPosted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:05 pm
A young miss stepped into the tavern, long silver hair cascaded behind her that was done into a braid. Her fair skin made her icyblue catlike eyes seem almost haunting. Peeking out from ether side of her hair was two long elegant pointed cat ears. As she strolled into the tavern, the sound of a jingling bell followed along in her foot steps. Peeking from under her midnight blue cloak was a silver tail adorned with a small gold ring that held a bell. A sweet smile was on her face as she sat herself near the fire place.  

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Vincent Valintine

PostPosted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:36 pm
"I'll have a blue demon.." He looked at the bartended for a brief moment, before turning towards the door as he heard it open. His eyes traveled to the young catlike girl that just stepped into the bar. He quickly observed her, and then turned back to the bar, awaiting his drink.  
PostPosted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 9:23 am
Her icyblue eyes flicked in the dancing fire light. from out of her cloak, two slender hands reached out, palms pointed to the fire. She was warming the chill from her fingers. As she warmed herself out, she couldn't help but take a small glance at the stranger sitting at the bar.  

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 10:45 am
Mechanical eyes looked about the area as he walked through the small town. People looking at the man assuming it was some just absolutely strange armor, maybe something magical. All the same it bothered them as he moved on past them and up the road to the drake.

Without hesitation he entered into the main room of the tavern inn. He stopped just within, red eyes on black looking about, "Hmm...Looks decent enough." he moved from the door and seated himself in a chair.  
PostPosted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 9:40 pm
His blood red eyes met the icy blue orbs of the feline at the other end of the room. He acknowledged her with a nod, and a half-smile. Before he could stand to go speak with her though, he turned his head to meet the strange looking man now walking into the bar. From the looks of it, he was not of this world.  

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:36 am
A young man, perhaps early twenties based on his physique and facial structure strode into the Dizzy Drake on a whim. Uninspiring brown eyes sweep across the room, not exactly in alertness or any for form of wariness, but just a quick survey of the area. Unlike others present, he wore no cloak so his red and white themed leather vest and slacks and sinewy, bronze arms were in full view. In his left grip he held an apparently wooden staff of six feet, tall enough tower above his clean-shaven head.  
PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:29 am
(Wow! This place really took off! xd Oh, kaelwin? This was supposed to be a medieval fantasy-type setting... but... I suppose you could say you traveled back in time or something... so I'll allow it. ^_^)

"Blue Demon it is." Tristian turned about, surveying the many types of alcohol displayed behind him. He picked out the ones he needed and set them on the bar, then leaning down to grab a glass.
He expertly mixed the liquors into the harsh drink with a blue hue, and set it before the young man. "There we are." He smiled. "One gold peice please."


The door swung open for the fourth time that afternoon, revealing a tallish elf woman. She wore a dusty, emerald green and chestnut tunic. Brown pants- woven from some sturdy material- bunched into her nearly knee-high boots, which thudded against the floorboards.
She calmly made her way to the bar area, hazel eyes darting between the other patrons. The place actually seemed busy today, didn't it? She plopped down onto a stool, and re-aligned her messy brown and green streaked hair for a moment before looking to Tristian with a grin.


Tristian smirked and shook his head. "Isaac begins work at three-thirty you know- its only two o' clock."

The elf shrugged. "Early elf catches the tavern-boy."  

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:19 am
((Extra-planar actually Someone who traveled to the plane of Mechanus and ended up an advanced piece of human mixed with mystical clockwork))

The eyes roam the new arrivals silently before he opened his mouth, "Tankard of Honey Mead." he requests. For all of his odd appearances he sure sounded human, and that face other than the eyes looked quite human as well. Aside from the weird device over his head.  
PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:04 am
Attempting to enter the tavern un-noticed was a thin figure with long limbs. He had slicked back hair that came down to the small of his back the colors of a sunset, his eyes were large but slanted, one blue, one orange. He also had long pointed ears that tilted back in a graceful manner and had silver and gold piercings, each one connected by a chain.
he wore robes that looked like at one time they were white; with much wear and washings they've turned a tanish grey.
He held a simple staff in his long fingers.
Definately a sight to behold. Obviously not human.

After quietly entering he sought a seat in a back corner.
Once settled he simply observed the others and took in his surroundings.  

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PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:47 pm
Slowly opening, the door now admits what appears to be a very old man. His robes are worn and tattered, and the straw hat upon his head seems ready to crumble to dust at the next hint of a breeze. In one gnarled and weathered hand he holds an equally gnarled and weathered cane, whose head appears to have once been carved into perfectly spherical shape, but now shows the pits and scares of decades of use and existence.

From under his hat flows a river of snow white hair, which in turn blends into the lengths of his grey moustache and beard. Though his mouth is almost totally obscured by so many whiskers, one can still pick out where it should be by the location of his large hawk-like nose, crooked to one side, and the two twinkling blue eyes to either side.

Slowly, he shuffles over to find a seat by the empty hearth along one wall. His back bent, his neck low, and each step seeming to take an eternity. Finally lowering himself into a chair, he sighs as ancient joints groan and pop from all the motion. Removing his hat, he hangs it on the corner of the mantle, revealing the top of his spotty head to be as smooth as glass, with his hairline creating a rim on his skull about where his hat would rest.

And even though the fire place was empty and cold, he seemed to fit there, as if it were where he belonged. For a moment he raised the top of his bulbous cane, to attract the proprietor of the tavern over. That done, he rests it on the floor again, leaning on it with both of his bony hands.  
PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:18 pm
Another figure comes into the Dizzy Inn..her long black cloak had hints of red shimmering in between the highlights of the cloak when the light struck it. Having two small humps on her back her golden siltted eyes glanced around noticing the fire as she walked over. Her long mid back hair swayed gracefully as she did..her skin having a sun burn scaled look to it. Standing in next to the catlike girl and nodding at her trying to take in the warmth of the fire as well. Her eyes looking over to the old man and the other patrons of the bar.

Her sword somewhat concealed at her hips along with another 5 daggers up long her arm lenght seeming to be a well travled fighter, fully prepared for any situation.  

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JaydeElf1187

PostPosted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:47 pm
Tristian chuckled and looked about his tavern again, seeing the old man raise his weathered cane to call him over. Smiling he came out from behind the bar and walked over to where the old-timer sat. "What can I get you, sir?"

The elf turned as Tristian left, leaning her back and elbows up against the bar. Wow... it really was busy in here. Especially for early afternoon. Her eyes shifted about the room, eventually landing on the young man with the scar across his left eye who was sitting near her. He seemed in a rather foul mood... hunched over his drink like a gargoyle.  
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