Galahad Hildebrand
Other - Human
—XNaut
815 P / J
Paladin's Honor
Human | Male |
45 | 6'2"/ 172 lbs |
Former Knight
Demisexual
Burned Alive
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Post by Galahad Hildebrand on Aug 25, 2017 2:30:45 GMT -5
Wandering Blade i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged1 + @tagged2 + short note + more if u need | Hosenka town...a town well known for folks traveling back to it for the lovely spas and hot springs located in town...as well as the fantastic hotels and bars located all around the tourist trap. Because of all the business and locations that are popular to visit...many unsavory characters roamed the streets, trying to sell their ill gotten wears and to take advantage of the tourist that come to town. That's why in most hotels the staff recommend people to pick up a guide...or a body guard of sorts to make sure they stay safe and sound. In the Hotel lounge area of The Blue Star, a five star hotel well known for their excellent service and rich clientele...rested a person who to any visitor to town would seem to be out of place in the glitz and glamour.
The man was dressed in the Japanese style, a dark blue warrior's kimono draped over his body...however any place where you could see skin...was a lack of skin. The white bandages wrapped all over his body, blotting out any skin that should have been seen, except for around his face, where holes were made strategically so that the man could open his mouth, see and hear like normal. From a distance he would have just looked injured...however if someone made it closer to him, they would have noticed the dark, burn scars on his lips...little known to those people that those burns traveled his whole body. A six foot katana hung on his hip, and the man was sipping on a glass of rum, taking his time to enjoy the taste. The section of the bar he sat at was empty...as most of the bodyguards from the hotel were already out with clients...leaving him as the last one. With a light sigh he would take another sip before saying to the bar tender,
"I'll need another glass...I can almost see the bottom of this glass...looks like it's going to be a slow day for me."
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DAHLIA IRIS
Raven Tail - demi god & nymph
from the depths of the wilds, comes this daughter of the wild god, Amallas'raheal. her magics gifted to her from Natraeruil, the ancient tree of her mother's people, she has come to earthland for some reason of her own. yet what reason that is, she has said naught of it.
—dhampir
87 P / J
plant slayer
demi god & nymph | female |
28 | 5'9" 131lbs |
jobs include: assassin, thief, escort, spy, dancer and singer.
never seems to age, ever. is always beautiful like an immortal flower.
pansexual. pairing open.
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Post by DAHLIA IRIS on Sept 9, 2017 8:30:18 GMT -5
[attr="class","dbtbpost"]Habits were bad, for the most part, and as such she was not one to have them. However, when she could, the woman preferred an upscale, ritzy life. Sure, she could slum and street like the best of them, but that was not what she wanted in life for herself. Luxuries were a fine taste on her tongue, much like her other acquired tastes. Yes, things were always appreciated, for she was not one to put stock in vague things like words and emotions. After all, it was all too easy to promise and yet never deliver. Actual, physical, tangible objects were much more undeniable then any mere vow or contract. Few people in this world realized that, she knew. Her journey today, was as a young, pretty, rich minor noble. Her hair, no longer it's pure white or the deep teal it becomes in darkness, was actually a soft, chocolate brown. Her eyes remained their green-blue-teal mix. They weren't unusual, she had seen plenty of people with eyes like hers. Plus, they were a feature of her she could not give up easily. Her clothes were skimpy and skintight at best, negliable at worst. Her goal today, was to get herself hitched to a certain target. A target that would provide the guild leverage to take out yet another opponent. So far, none of the usual tactics worked, so this was a bit more risky then she wanted it to be. But prices must be paid for the sake of work. Her gaze caught on an interesting figure. Alone, as most of the bodyguards and guides were already taken. She was by herself, a lone figure as per usual. Perhaps, if she was to play her role properly, she would have to do the touristy thing. Of course, it was more then likely just an excuse to justify approaching the lone figure, her steps slow and methodical. As if she owned the place - which she did not - or she was privillaged. Either or worked, as she found herself now close enough to speak. It was time, probably, to get this show on the road, so to speak. Her fingers brushed some of the locks out of her face, and she put on a smile, one with a hint of arrogance. ''You there. Are you one of these, bodyguards that I have heard about?'' she asked. Her tone was a mix of trying to be nice, and yet still kind of distaining to interact with a peasant. Or with a stranger that had no use to her. It was easy, to form the persona she was to play in her mind in mere moments, the lock of brown hair now twirled around a figure. ''After all, Father was quite insistent that if I were to come here, I would have to acquire myself one.'' she added. Context, but also a show that her person was a girl that wasn't quite spoiled, but could seem so to the wrong eyes. However, she could see that the lone figure was literally covered in bandages. Very curious indeed. Galahad Hildebrand
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Galahad Hildebrand
Other - Human
—XNaut
815 P / J
Paladin's Honor
Human | Male |
45 | 6'2"/ 172 lbs |
Former Knight
Demisexual
Burned Alive
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Post by Galahad Hildebrand on Sept 11, 2017 23:11:47 GMT -5
Wandering Blade i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged2 + short note + more if u need | It looked to be another quiet night for the old man...however that's when she walked through the door. Galahad noticed her through the corner of his eye. Clearly she was dressed in the usual fashion that most nobles had...he had seen it all before...they came her for a good time...so most dressed in the way. The woman walked through the bar as if she owned the place...Galahad simply took another drink from the glass of rum until the woman's direction was known. It wasn't very long at all until the woman stopped only a few feet from Galahad, close enough to let herself be known before she began to speak.
If Galahad was paying attention, it didn't make it know easily, his attention still on the glass as she spoke about bodyguards and how her father wanted her to acquire one if she came here. The word father caused a twinge of pain, but Galahad wouldn't let it show. Galahad finished his glass and looked toward the barkeep...who nodded before taking the glass away. Galahad would now turn to face the woman now, his eyes scanning the woman over before he would give a light nod and say,
"Bodyguard huh? I can certainly do that...so, how long are you going to need one young miss?"
Galahad would stand up now, his full height making him stand five inches above his would be boss. Galahad would stretch his neck and arms a bit as he worked out his kinks before he would pick up his blade and place it into his kimono's wrap. With that he would look back at the smiling woman and say,
"One thousand jewels will get you one full day of protection from any undesirables, and a guide if you really want it. Otherwise you'll have to find someone else."
Galahad was blunt...he had a name to make for himself in this world, and he wasn't going to do that here.
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DAHLIA IRIS
Raven Tail - demi god & nymph
from the depths of the wilds, comes this daughter of the wild god, Amallas'raheal. her magics gifted to her from Natraeruil, the ancient tree of her mother's people, she has come to earthland for some reason of her own. yet what reason that is, she has said naught of it.
—dhampir
87 P / J
plant slayer
demi god & nymph | female |
28 | 5'9" 131lbs |
jobs include: assassin, thief, escort, spy, dancer and singer.
never seems to age, ever. is always beautiful like an immortal flower.
pansexual. pairing open.
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Post by DAHLIA IRIS on Sept 13, 2017 0:56:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","dbtbpost"]She knew he was looking her over. Good. Not that she was temptation herself, but she was beautiful enough she supposed. Her role necessacitated her to keep a certain degree of beauty, despite how despicably ugly the personality of nobles could be. Every girl should feel delighted if a boy's eyes is on them. The attention was what made the flowers of girls bloom beautiful and free. If nobody cared, then the flower would wilt. Sure, the rest of the plant could survive. Yet, she knew that such a thing was no way to live, not matter whom they were. Still, no need to thrust one's self out there. She could just appreciate what she had been given and go from there. That's what she would say if any asked her. Her lips curled into a smile, a hand resting on her collarbone. A meaningless gesture, but one that might draw attention to other things. ''I do not quite have a specific time limit. Father did say to enjoy myself - and that is what I shall do.'' she spoke. Part of her was unsettled - for she could not read his minute expressions, covered in bandages as they were. Although, she could now identify the figure as male at least. And such by voice, and body shape. Little details that would dress up the whole, even as he laid out his terms. She tilted her head, as if thoughtful, taking in the words. Mostly, yes she could afford it. In fact, she was rather surprised - the price wasn't quite as steep as she thought it would be. ''Oh wonderful, that will fit in perfectly!'' she responded, clapping her hands in delight. ''You are interesting, I think, so I shall do it. Now, upfront or at the end? After all, never let it be said that I am remiss in my responsibilities.'' she said. There was no point to haggle, but she was already thinking ahead. With his looks, jobs probably either fall onto his lap frequently, or they are rare. Whichever the case it was, he would know the lay of the land. The best places for her to find and hunt her quarry, and not have to worry about her own protection. She could, of course take care of herself. However, having a 'bodyguard' not only lent credence to the persona she built, but also took a bit of a load off her shoulders. She wouldn't have to constantly look out over her shoulder. That was his job now. ''Oh, of course. Introductions are needed, are they not? Call me Camellia. What name shall I refer to you as?'' she asked him. Things were beginning to move, and today was going to be a productive day with this much at least. Her first stage was complete, now. She merely had to get everything else rolling, in order to earnestly begin on what her duty here was. The name she gave was another flower, like her actual names. A fitting pattern for her, she was sure. Galahad Hildebrand
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