Posts by The_Regalia

((Was busy with school......But I'll just roll with it, I guess))

Cecilia felt her small body lifted up to a standing position before the woman left her with a curt goodbye. Her hand remained in the air, grasping nothing then settling at her side. She couldn't get a grip on the confusion swirling around in her mind with all the voices and tropical sounds invading her senses yet no matter how hard she thought, no pictures flashed in her mind. Not a single picture. Did that mean she was always blind? Her body continued to move forward, foot brushed up against something firm like wood. Cecilia crouched a little lower, using her hands to semi-crawl her way up some stairs it seemed. Once at the top of a small porch, she assumed, her hands went forward to feel a door. Surprisingly, her fingertips brushed up against smooth metal with raised dots on it. It struck a chord in her being to feel the raised metal and somehow, she knew what it was saying. Cecilia Iris Deveroux. Was that her name? Slowly, her left hand slid down to the doorknob and gave it a soft twist. It opened with ease, letting her into a room that calmed her. The smell of roses, oleanders and lunaria o mentas graced her senses, names flitting through her mind as an after thought. Instead of a cold wooden floor, it shifted into a plush carpet that eased the pain of her bare feet. The room felt like "home" even if she didn't know what that was.

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Cecilia was much too distracted exploring her room rather than associate with the others. For some reason, she knew that if she attempted to talk to them that it would feel wrong. Her feet carried around the room, feeling different objects that all sung to her in a comfortable manner. The bed was so plush and filled with stuffed toys. Her pillows were that of silk, filled with a material she couldn't quite figure out. There was a smooth dresser along the north wall, the flowers she smelled set elegantly in several vases. Trinkets lined along the top but they did not have meaning to her yet. Cecilia almost kicked over a small object on the ground, set precariously on a stand. Gently, she reached down to pick it up and felt it; It was curved and smooth with it broader at the bottom and narrow at the top. Strings lined the face of it. It clicked in her mind that this was a violin and she knew how to play. The bow was not too far from the instrument so she picked that up as well. Unconciously, she raised the bottom of the violin to her chin and held the neck with her left hand. Her right held the bow poised above the strings. But she didn't know any songs? Her bright blues went half lidded and she took a breath in before her hands started to play. Her mind wasn't even thinking as her hands moved swiftly and drew out melodious notes. The door to her cabin remained open and the windows let in the sea air. Whatever tune she was playing flitted out of her little abode, carried by the wind to wrap around others. It was such a melancholic sound yet held a sense of peace in it. How relaxing it sounded, eyes closed and humming along.

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The girl eased her playing, eyes opening to look at where the source of the voice came from, violin lowering to her side. She blinked her bright blue orbs quizzically and tried to think of what to say "I humbly apologize but I just felt that I had to play." She spoke ever so softly in a delicate tone. Her face perked up when she heard the woman who helped her earlier. In her room, there were placed two other instruments that she had felt. "Would you like me to play a different instrument?"

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I apologize for the inactivity as college has kept me very busy, more so than expected. I feel it be better for me to leave this thread. I'm sorry for the inconvenience I have provided.

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Sorry, college has me so backed up and I also just got Dream Daddy so that is VERY distracting. I'll work a pot out laterish.

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*drags self in by teeth, frazzled mess* College is eating me alive! Why did I choose a medical degree to study?!

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Cold made his joints ache, made his whole being feel frail and weak. Snow speckled his hair more white than gray as it already was. The mornings were the worst as the previous nights frosty touch made getting up so very difficult. But the elderly man persevered in his efforts, sitting at the edge of his ruffled bed. Calloused hands rubbed through his hair in mild grumpiness at the feeling of winter gripping his very soul. Darwin was a man of older age, even older than the medic at sixty-eight years. He had been around long before the young Gavin became the leader, fondly remembering the previous leader in his half-asleep state and how the pride was made up of so many different people in the past. Soft hazel eyes glanced at the nightstand where an old black and white picture rested, not a speck of dust touching the glass. In the picture, a man that could only be in his early thirties with pitch black hair stood lovingly beside a stunning petite woman with silky brown hair and the sweetest smile. If the picture had color, one could see the eyes of the man being hazel and the woman's glowing emerald green. they looked so very happy, so in love. Darwin sighed as the picture of himself and his now deceased wife, Rosaline. Yes, seven years had passed since she grew so frail that life was no longer possible but it still hurt him to know that he layed in an empty bed. His right hand unconsciously twisted the silver ring on his left hand before he stood up to stretch his aching body. Once six foot even, age had shrunken him to a slightly above average five foot nine and his skin had become loose with wrinkles.

He tried to maintain a fit build even in his frailer state, arms still bearing muscles and stomach flat from long jogs. Darwin rolled his shoulders, moving slowly to his dark oak dresser to pick out a pair of nice fitting jeans, a light blue button up shirt and his worn pair of cowboy boots. He took his time to freshen up, trimming the stray hair of his scruffy beard and combing it thoroughly. His face was washed and skin moisturized, remembering fondly of his wife would often get on him about maintaining cleanliness. The only accessories added to his attire was a black leather belt and his wedding band. The man was brisk in making his bed nice and tidy before leaving his room to go and get his morning coffee. A few of the others were up and about but other than gracing them with his gentle smile, his mind was set on getting his energy juice. Darwin was glad that somebody had already started to brew the deeply colored liquid as he took his personal mug, filling it up generously. His hand reached towards the sugar but then he grimaced in thought. Diabetes prevented him from having too much sugar and Oktai would give him one of his long boring lectures about why he should be more "in tune" with his body so rather than risk that, he forwent the sweetner and decided to just drink his coffee bitterly.

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KagomeMoana (Xadia)

Marmalade hair whisked in the air of the house, usually the color of orange and red mixed together in very fine hair. The tresses reached past lim shoulders that belonged to a slender built asian woman. Her appearance was not easy to look over with her smooth milky skin with hints of yellow undertones. She had an ideally oval shaped face with large monolid eyes the color of light amber, a soft button nose and stereotypical cupid lips that were just so very kissable. Though she had a fragile look to her, further inspection proved otherwise; Compact muscle rippled in her arms, pale scars lined around her shoulders and if she was wearing shorts, one could see the longer scars along her calves. Xue-fang walked in long stride to the kitchen, nose catching whiffs of the enchanting smell of breakfast. Mornings were her favorite part of the day, the absolute beauty of the sun rising above the horizon and for just a few minutes, it made everything covered in permafrost glisten like diamonds before it began to melt. She had woken up early to sit on the roof to just watch the scene quietly. Her morning routine had followed afterwards, doing her workouts and daily hygiene. Currently, a pair of slightly ripped skinny jeans hugged her legs in all the right places with her long sleeved shirts sporting a V-neck the color of blood.

The asian woman observed the kitchen with a nonchalant eye, seeing Xadia cooking as per usual. A small smile graced her lips as she walked up behind the smaller female, hand resting on the counter as she casually leaned over the other's shoulder. Xue-fang had very little care for personal space due to having three brothers who would often wreck havoc on her life. "What are you making this morning?" She asked softly, voice very flowy and towards the front of her mouth.

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.Hazbin. If you look two posts up, I already role play the Quartermaster. I'm not intending to be rude by pointing this out but more just an fyi.

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*:･ﾟ✦ [I changed Joe and Isabella's appearance but not too drastically]

Green eyes watched the the boats with a cautiousness not unknown to those who feared the water. The male stood out a bit like a sunflower in a rose garden; His skin was porcelain pale all along his lean frame, body adorned in black clothing. The tresses upon his head seemed to be black -almost- but were just so very dark brown one could barely tell the difference. Joseph shouldered his bag from one shoulder to the other, anxiously debating if this was really such a good option. Eighty-four years ago, he had been discarded as an infant in the human world with nothing but a name. His life had been filled with absolute anger, all at his parents, at his mother for just giving him up like he was nothing. Now he felt that he wanted to find his parents just to ask why they did it. Very few supernaturals lived in the human side of the world. The few he had managed to meet were quite unfriendly and looked down upon him for only being a half-vampire. Yes, his senses were not as acute nor did he have as much persuasion as someone who is full-blooded but he knew d*mn well that he could stand toe-to-toe with some creatures. His body was capable of great feets of strength and bursts of intense speed. Joe was not hindered by the need to sleep during the day or fear of the sun or feeding often. You could say in some ways, he was better than a full-blood. The male took an intake of air before he made up his mind, walking up the ramp of the ship. Along his way up, he counted each ridge along the ramp until he got on the ship where he looked for Captain Williams as he heard she was called. It wasn't any of the men for he knew that the captain was said to be a petite blonde. Joe caught sight of her next to another woman so he carried himself over to them, not acknowledging the one woman in favor of talking to the owner of the ship "Um, hi, hi, hi" He had to say it three times "Are you headed across the atlantic by chance?"

"Speech." "Thoughts."

*:･ﾟ✦ Isabella knew exactly where to go and who she needed to talk to. But she still took a detour when she was distracted by a little shop selling cute trinkets. Her brown hues couldn't resist the sight of a handmade craft. She easily gave the elderly woman a five dollar bill, insisting she keep the change before leaving the shop content with her purchase. In her hand, she held a straw stuffed doll that just fit in her palm. It had white skin with black button eyes and yellow yarn hair. She smiled at it then continued on her way towards a ship being captained by one Emma Williams. Isabella had immediately taken the job offer to be the quartermaster, something her business management degree helped her in. Ever since her divorce from her ex-husband, she had been all over the place; Travelling from place to place and meeting different people. The freedom from her parents allowed her to better embrace her sexuality without fear of judgment. She still loved her parents, they raised her well and never harmed her. They just couldn't accept the fact she was a gay woman and that was fine.

"Speech." "Thoughts."

*:･ﾟ✦  tubig .  

Joe looked skeptically at the hand held out to him. His green gaze counted each finger all the way to five and then backwards until one. The half-vampire didn't give his hand out to her and instead took a step back away from it. It was just his own mentality making him wary of her olive toned hand. His own bodily temperature was lower than average but not as cold as someone of pureblood. "Ah. That's good. I'm, I'm, I'm going to go settle." His voice was quiet, repeating the word three times to satisfy his need for repetition. Joseph turned from the captain and made his way towards where he knew they would be staying but hesitated in his tracks as if he felt a strange presence. He looked around in confusion, thinking he saw a shift in the air but nothing was there. Or was there? It threw him off kilter slightly but he continued on his way, unconsciously avoiding the area where he saw a ripple in the air.

"Speech." "Thoughts."

*:･ﾟ✦  tubig .   PoisonGelatin  

The quartermaster walked onto the boat just as she heard her name, body exuding confidence as if she knew exactly her importance. Isabella had dressed rather appropriately in a fitting white crop top matched with high waisted blue jeans and black combat boots with a three inch thick heel. A watch of silver adorned her left wrist and what looked to be a wedding ring rested quietly on her finger; She gave a mock salute with two fingers at her captain and a glowing smile " Say my name and I'll appear, Captain Williams." The woman reached into her bag that she held by her side, taking out a neat folder with everyone's papers all attached with a picture to match face with name. It was her job to make sure everybody was accounted for so that they could leave in a timely fashion without leaving anyone behind. "I see that you are here, Zee. Nice to make your acquaintance. I'm Isabella, the quartermaster." She gave Zee a gentle ruffle to their short hair before looking around to identify who else was on board.

"Speech." "Thoughts."