about Soren
[+] Cunning, Determined, Calculative, Firm, Self-Assured, Outgoing, Straightforwards, Intellectual. (may be added)
[–] Arrogant, Hot-headed, Unreasonable, Stubborn, A lil Sadistic, Overbearing, Uncompromising.
Soren's hair is a long and wavy platinum blonde matched by her eyes which are an exciting combination of lavender-grey and gold. She wears jewelry and other adornments which resemble feathers or bones, but often they are metal or studded with gems. In addition, Soren favors jewelry. On any given day she can be found with multiple earrings, rings and necklaces as well as other adornments. She has a single tattoo, four horizontal lines, relatively small, on her lower, inner forearm on her left.
Relative Stats: [compared to the average human: 5]
Intellect: 8
Memory: 6
Strength (physical): 4
Strength (mental): 6.5
Speed: 7
Stamina: 4
Charm: -10, jk, 3
Magic: 8.5
Fucks Given: 0
"Move bitch, get out the way"
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Post by Soren on Feb 18, 2017 4:55:43 GMT
 [attr="class","les"]―Chrysalism―
(n). the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm [Shall be short because I'm just filling space for you, Rav]
Soren paced down the hall of the castle at brisk pace. She wasn't rushed necessarily, but there was this fun little quirk about people that she loved to abuse–that is, when you appear to have somewhere to be, they move. People were too easily manipulated...not that she would complain, that is why she was here after all.
Her slick, black gown flowed behind her like ebony waves. Her usual blonde hair was left free on this particular day, and of course that obnoxious headgear she ware was still present. What could she say? She loved the theatrics.
There was the usual statuesque frown upon her features, but the glimmer in her eye said that she was very much enjoying wherever it was she was headed. That location happened to be the council chamber. Her amusement was entirely due to the fact that her cohorts here were a little too fun to play with.
It seemed nothing was going to stand in her way, that is, unless someone were to...intercept her.
*cue Amare*
Relin Basileus | Azrael Grey | Amare Valen
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Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
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Post by Amare Valen on Feb 18, 2017 19:21:12 GMT
▼ don't think about anything
don't say anything
JUST GIVE ME A SMILE A loose scarf knit from red and gold yarn found itself wrapped around Amare's neck. The soft fabric kept him warm in the chilled streets. It wasn't supposed to be cold, considering that the sky had been sending sweltering waves onto the city below only a few days ago. That eruption had really landed the city in a tough position. Enforcers had struggled to keep civilians under control as the molten rock from Mount Obitus was contained and diverted from the buildings.
Since then, the ash clouds hadn't cleared up. It meant bad news for anybody depending on clear skies and sunshine. Days had passed, and still, the only thing that wavered the thick cover were the rains that were supposed to come in. Amare bundled up from the chill caused by the darkness, and even prepared to be working in the rain, but not a drop fell.
The creature raised his muzzle to the sky, a puzzled expression on his face. He didn't have anything else to deliver today except the Councilors' newsletters for the week, so he wasn't in a rush. He had felt precipitation fall on his head, but upon closer inspection, what fell were snowflakes. Snow, dirtied by the ash hovering above the city... Perhaps he should pick up the pace.
Quickened steps drew him closer to the castle's entrance, and after being waved in by the front guards, Amare swiftly headed in the direction of where he knew the most laid back council member was. Unfortunately, Ace was not who he had bumped into.
Amare froze in his tracks as he stepped out from one hall and turned to continue down an intersecting one, meeting the queen of darkness herself. Gazing downwards to meet her eyes, the creature's own mint ones flew open in surprise. "I'm sorry, Lady Soren! Forgive me, I was just here to deliver a message."
Amare removed his second arm from under the messenger bag and unbound it from a button to flip open the bag. Reaching in, his paw quickly found what it searched for and held it out for the woman to retrieve. It was the first time he had personally delivered anything to a Council Member, and what he had was possibly the least important letter he could have delivered. Regardless of that fact, he hoped Soren would accept it. The look on her face, however, spoke a thousand words to insist the opposite.EXCITED NOISES |
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about Soren
[+] Cunning, Determined, Calculative, Firm, Self-Assured, Outgoing, Straightforwards, Intellectual. (may be added)
[–] Arrogant, Hot-headed, Unreasonable, Stubborn, A lil Sadistic, Overbearing, Uncompromising.
Soren's hair is a long and wavy platinum blonde matched by her eyes which are an exciting combination of lavender-grey and gold. She wears jewelry and other adornments which resemble feathers or bones, but often they are metal or studded with gems. In addition, Soren favors jewelry. On any given day she can be found with multiple earrings, rings and necklaces as well as other adornments. She has a single tattoo, four horizontal lines, relatively small, on her lower, inner forearm on her left.
Relative Stats: [compared to the average human: 5]
Intellect: 8
Memory: 6
Strength (physical): 4
Strength (mental): 6.5
Speed: 7
Stamina: 4
Charm: -10, jk, 3
Magic: 8.5
Fucks Given: 0
"Move bitch, get out the way"
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Post by Soren on Feb 18, 2017 21:08:29 GMT
[attr="class","les"]―Chrysalism―
(n). the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm Soren very nearly ran into the creature who moved into her path just then, however, both due to her reflexes and his, they managed to avoid contact. A glare quickly found its way onto her face. "Excuse you." Her voice was curt and a bit aggressive. Unless someone was planning to grovel at her feet, there was no reason for anyone to be so near; she stepped back a pace.Her lavender and gold eyes ran up and down the interesting animal, blank expression within them. Then he spoke. Soren listened, but not intently, why should she since it was always the same whimpering from the servants in the castle. She gave a vague Mhm without taking the letter. It was the same letter she saw every day when the council met, a newsletter which rarely changed. Pyre was a stagnant city, though not calm, even the chaos was predictable. Soren rolled her eyes, the rest of her body remaining painfully still. A short awkwardness seized the hall as the letter remained offered to her, she remained still, and each remained silent. That was, until she spoke. It was not so much friendly conversation, as it was her dodging the newsletter. She knew this creature should know its contents, and so rather than put the effort to read, she put in the effort to form a few short verbal sentences."Just tell me the news. Its always the same anyways, I only want to know what's different." It was a haughty statement, and a bit concerning given it was her job to fix the problems within that newsletter, but they never changed and were never fixed, so, it was simply better for her not to waste her time on what she already knew. [newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar]width:2px;background-color: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 2px; background-color: #a0bad8;[/newclass] |
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Post by Amare Valen on Feb 18, 2017 21:41:23 GMT
▼ don't think about anything
don't say anything
JUST GIVE ME A SMILE Amare eyed the Councilor suspiciously, but chose to forgive her less than friendly tone. Of course he had read the letter, but it was not one that the rest of the citizens had been given. He would not apologize for reading the letter, although he knew he was not meant to. It's contents would cause panic in the streets if it were to be leaked.
The creature's voice spoke up again to inform the woman, "The letter states that a heavy rainfall was to be expected and flash floods were certain. Unfortunately, the weather's decline due to the ash clouds has changed that prediction, and now snow has begun falling." Amare paraphrased, reading from the paper that he had unfolded. "It continues, saying that there is no foreseeable end to the blizzard."
Amare's eyes lifted from the letter that he was being folded between his second paws to gauge the Councilor's reaction to the news. A worried expression was plastered on his face, but his curiosity for the cold woman's response burned within. He returned the folded letter to the bag that had stayed open, and used his paw once again to close and bind it. Once done, the arm returned to its place tucked under the bag.Dun dun dunnnn... |
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about Soren
[+] Cunning, Determined, Calculative, Firm, Self-Assured, Outgoing, Straightforwards, Intellectual. (may be added)
[–] Arrogant, Hot-headed, Unreasonable, Stubborn, A lil Sadistic, Overbearing, Uncompromising.
Soren's hair is a long and wavy platinum blonde matched by her eyes which are an exciting combination of lavender-grey and gold. She wears jewelry and other adornments which resemble feathers or bones, but often they are metal or studded with gems. In addition, Soren favors jewelry. On any given day she can be found with multiple earrings, rings and necklaces as well as other adornments. She has a single tattoo, four horizontal lines, relatively small, on her lower, inner forearm on her left.
Relative Stats: [compared to the average human: 5]
Intellect: 8
Memory: 6
Strength (physical): 4
Strength (mental): 6.5
Speed: 7
Stamina: 4
Charm: -10, jk, 3
Magic: 8.5
Fucks Given: 0
"Move bitch, get out the way"
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Post by Soren on Feb 19, 2017 18:55:25 GMT
[attr="class","les"]―Chrysalism―
(n). the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm Soren was silent for a moment, then glanced up with an unamused expression, "What do you mean, 'snow'?" #references Of course, she did not believe him, and yet, something in her told her he was not the type to joke with her, nor was he doing so now. It seemed almost as if she didn't care, when she turned on her heels and began staling towards the end of the hall, but then she turned abruptly, entering a nearby room.Should he follow her, he would realize her destination – a balcony. Her hands say spayed on the chilled bannister which prevented her from falling off the edge. The snow had laid a thin blanket of itself over all she could see, and even what she could see was obstructed by a blowing wind carrying the flakes, which hid the horizon from her sights.She stood still, as frozen as the world beyond. "This can't be real." she muttered, mostly to herself. She might not care to be kind, but Soren wasn't stupid either. She knew the significance of summer; she knew it was the time where the city flourished to brace for storms such as this. There had been no preparation, and there would be none now. [newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar]width:2px;background-color: #000;[/newclass][newclass=.les::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width: 2px; background-color: #a0bad8;[/newclass] |
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Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
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Post by Amare Valen on Feb 20, 2017 0:09:57 GMT
▼ don't think about anything
don't say anything
JUST GIVE ME A SMILE Disappointed in the reaction by the official, Amare simply watched as she turned and left. Mint eyes followed the woman's movements and only began moving after her when she turned to enter a room. His leisurely pace left her standing on the balcony for a minute, but he soon stood behind her.
The storm had picked up from when he had entered the castle. The wind quickened and changed directions without warning, casting sheets of snowflakes on a collision course with buildings, trees, people, and eventually the ground. The thin layer was warning enough, and the weight of the letter's message only grew heavier as the wind gradually started cutting though Amare's fur.
"Shall I allow the council to gather and report their decision to the city?" The monster's voice spoke behind the Councilor, the same intelligence and respect ringing in his tone from his earlier message. If the city was informed and instructed soon enough, more people might survive the freeze. His hope for that was the only thing driving him to push this woman to take action.Preparing Relin. |
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about Azrael Grey
The right hand of the Reapers, Azrael, or "Ace" as most know him, is a classy man with a very odd personality. He always shows the best of himself when around others, save for those he gambles with, and is an inherently fun person to be around, unless you get on his bad side. Though he ranks high in a government rumored to be corrupt, he despises the site of blood, and tends to indulge in torturing his enemies without actually hurting, or even touching them. He's authoritative, but a generally lazy person by nature, and as a result most believe he's just a slacker who can't even carry his own weight.
I still have a full deck; I just shuffle slower now.
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Post by Azrael Grey on Feb 20, 2017 21:09:59 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ It had taken Ace a good hour to get anywhere with anything he'd set out to do that morning, not only because he was naturally lazy and, to put it bluntly, didn't actually want to do anything, but also due to the bitter cold winds blowing flurries through his open balcony office and cutting painfully into the wounds that covered his tattered wings. Why not just close the doors, one might have asked him, to which he would have responded by sending his lapdog off to cut off their heads. He'd tried. Many, many times. And each time he shut the swinging doors, the strength of the winds outside would push them open yet again. So here he was, stuck with freezing to death because his office was dysfunctional. It wasn't always like this, of course. Usually when the cold season struck he'd have escaped to his winter office, where he didn't have any balconies and there weren't doors the winds could break open each time he tried to shut them. But it was not the cold season. It was summer, and he was in his summer office where he was supposed to be during this time of year. And there was no moving back to the winter office for awhile, because during the warmer seasons it was used as his personal storage area rather than for work. So, that being said―he was screwed. Eventually Ace was fed up with trying to work, and with one final attempt at closing (and bolting, might he add) the doors, only to have them swing back and push him rudely away, he stormed out of the room with an expression of rare irritation plastered on his face. On the way to complain to someone, he passed the very courier that had been scheduled to brief him on that week's newsletter to the public, who through the corner of his eye he could see was speaking with his favorite co-worker. Well that made him feel a little better. A little. Veering to join the pair, Ace found himself quite amused with the expression Soren was wearing as he walked toward them. Apparently she'd not yet seen the current state of the city. Unlike himself, however, she seemed more bothered with what it meant for the city itself than by the cold. " I guess the cold blooded are immune to weather like this," he mused, holding his hat in place with one hand so it wasn't blown away. His wings were out, but he showed no signs of trying to hide them. He was a bit sidetracked at the moment, and when it came to being around the other council members and the occasional messenger that joined them, he wasn't too terribly worried about keeping up appearances. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"]  [attr="class","burstmini"] Soren[attr="class","burstmini"]469 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: Look y'all I posted and it sucks ass what a shocker |
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about Soren
[+] Cunning, Determined, Calculative, Firm, Self-Assured, Outgoing, Straightforwards, Intellectual. (may be added)
[–] Arrogant, Hot-headed, Unreasonable, Stubborn, A lil Sadistic, Overbearing, Uncompromising.
Soren's hair is a long and wavy platinum blonde matched by her eyes which are an exciting combination of lavender-grey and gold. She wears jewelry and other adornments which resemble feathers or bones, but often they are metal or studded with gems. In addition, Soren favors jewelry. On any given day she can be found with multiple earrings, rings and necklaces as well as other adornments. She has a single tattoo, four horizontal lines, relatively small, on her lower, inner forearm on her left.
Relative Stats: [compared to the average human: 5]
Intellect: 8
Memory: 6
Strength (physical): 4
Strength (mental): 6.5
Speed: 7
Stamina: 4
Charm: -10, jk, 3
Magic: 8.5
Fucks Given: 0
"Move bitch, get out the way"
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Post by Soren on Feb 22, 2017 16:48:13 GMT
d what tf is this bs -placey
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