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Aristocles
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Still alive. Sorry for the delays. Still have that new job, but I'm (gradually) getting another one. Current one is too slow.
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Still alive. Sorry for the delays. Still have that new job, but I'm (gradually) getting another one. Current one is too slow.
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3 yrs ago
Starting a new job in June. Wish me luck!
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4 yrs ago
I truly wish I didn't have to type this, but RIP Jason David Frank.
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4 yrs ago
Still a little sick. Some sort of cold. Hopefully not the flu. Getting better but it's slowed me down.
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4 yrs ago
That's a good point. Classics like The Little Mermaid were basically perfect the first time around and any remakes can only be worse. Remakes of the bad Disney movies are a second chance for them.
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Bio
Hi there! I've been roleplaying for years, mostly in fantasy-type RPs. I don't like giving out too much about myself, but I am a man living in New York City (that's in the Eastern time zone, if you don't already know), over 18. Recently, I have been busy working, although I graduated from college and grad school a while back.
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"N-no! Not- not yet! I-I mean... I mention it because my people, the Dracons, we are, ah, we're unusual in many ways, and I don't just mean due to our rough scales and pointy snouts. There's a lot of things I'd have to tell know, much to understand. We're a rather, how to say it, exotic pick. And I'm in no rush, but since you seem to be okay with-" It dawned on him that he was teasing her.
"Ah, maybe we should go on a date or two before talking about marriage. To be perfectly upfront, this is not my area of expertise. Had you asked me about the inner working of evocation or the history of the city of Minbenthac, I'd regale you with those subjects all night and into the next morning if you allowed me to, but I suspect you don't want that."
He looked over Rosalinde. She was clearly unusual in more ways than one. Not that he minded, but something about her words caused him to think deeply about the situation. Surely, there was something more to it than her simply being intrigued by an intelligent male. The Council had plenty of those, some of them unmarried, others willing to break their vows for a night on the town. No, what she wanted was something specific to him, and it wasn't just a date or a night of pleasure.
"You say you wanted a change of pace. What exactly did you mean by that? I can understand not wanting to attend these monotonous meetings and rather dry academic lectures, delving into pointless minutia, but there's something more than I'm not getting. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage here, Rosa. Please, feel free to enlighten this poor Dracon as to what it is you want." He didn't mention sex, for fear that it was way too soon and that it might scare her away, and for good reason.
"Ah, maybe we should go on a date or two before talking about marriage. To be perfectly upfront, this is not my area of expertise. Had you asked me about the inner working of evocation or the history of the city of Minbenthac, I'd regale you with those subjects all night and into the next morning if you allowed me to, but I suspect you don't want that."
He looked over Rosalinde. She was clearly unusual in more ways than one. Not that he minded, but something about her words caused him to think deeply about the situation. Surely, there was something more to it than her simply being intrigued by an intelligent male. The Council had plenty of those, some of them unmarried, others willing to break their vows for a night on the town. No, what she wanted was something specific to him, and it wasn't just a date or a night of pleasure.
"You say you wanted a change of pace. What exactly did you mean by that? I can understand not wanting to attend these monotonous meetings and rather dry academic lectures, delving into pointless minutia, but there's something more than I'm not getting. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage here, Rosa. Please, feel free to enlighten this poor Dracon as to what it is you want." He didn't mention sex, for fear that it was way too soon and that it might scare her away, and for good reason.
"Oh, I think I could oblige a fellow Councilor" Cyprian told her, giving Rosalinde a little smile. "Especially if it's a matter regarding magic or a project involving..." he looked at Rosalinde directly in the eyes. He could be a bit slow when it came to romantic cues, but the Dracon wasn't totally clueless.
"I see. Heh. There are some things even magic can't explain, I suppose. How a beast like me could interest a beauty like you is a mystery for the ages." He looked around, making sure no one was following them. He would have used a spell to detect scrying as well, but he decided against it. This opportunity would swiftly pass if he didn't take it, and it wasn't as if he was overflowing with prospective girlfriends or offers of marriage.
"So to answer your question, yes. Let's talk about anything. Forget politics for now, whatever you want to say, feel free, I'm all ears." He loosened the toga he was wearing, letting his chest be fully exposed, although he kept the rest of his garments on. Cyprian was also wearing a loincloth underneath his toga, so it wasn't like he was wearing too little for this climate and in this country.
"Let me just get a couple of points out of the way, in case you need to know; I am indeed single, I've got no children, I'm definitely not arranged to be wed to anyone, and I am very much open to dating outside of my species. And you'd never be expected to change your ways if we were to be in a relationship unless you want to change them. Oh, and since you might have heard that rich male Dracons back in my homeland have several wives, I promise you that won't be the case for me. Just one wife, nothing else. I know how my race does it, I just don't do that thing myself. And let me say that you're exactly the sort of female I'd hope to meet; intelligent, willful, easy on the eyes, and might I add, very graceful. Dracons males like that last one in a female. Agility. Not sure why we do, but it is pretty nice to see."
"I see. Heh. There are some things even magic can't explain, I suppose. How a beast like me could interest a beauty like you is a mystery for the ages." He looked around, making sure no one was following them. He would have used a spell to detect scrying as well, but he decided against it. This opportunity would swiftly pass if he didn't take it, and it wasn't as if he was overflowing with prospective girlfriends or offers of marriage.
"So to answer your question, yes. Let's talk about anything. Forget politics for now, whatever you want to say, feel free, I'm all ears." He loosened the toga he was wearing, letting his chest be fully exposed, although he kept the rest of his garments on. Cyprian was also wearing a loincloth underneath his toga, so it wasn't like he was wearing too little for this climate and in this country.
"Let me just get a couple of points out of the way, in case you need to know; I am indeed single, I've got no children, I'm definitely not arranged to be wed to anyone, and I am very much open to dating outside of my species. And you'd never be expected to change your ways if we were to be in a relationship unless you want to change them. Oh, and since you might have heard that rich male Dracons back in my homeland have several wives, I promise you that won't be the case for me. Just one wife, nothing else. I know how my race does it, I just don't do that thing myself. And let me say that you're exactly the sort of female I'd hope to meet; intelligent, willful, easy on the eyes, and might I add, very graceful. Dracons males like that last one in a female. Agility. Not sure why we do, but it is pretty nice to see."
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"Wonderful. Let's be off." He rose to his feet, claws making a slight clatter against the smooth marble floors. Although the building had been made with humans in mind, he wished that they had thought to include heated floors to account for the fact that Dracons never used footwear.
The walk to the beach nearby was quick, and he appreciated walking on the soft sand rather than the cold stony floors. But there was more on his mind than the environment. He certainly wanted to learn more about the charming mage he had spent much time with in the Council. But first, with almost zero effort, he conjured a fireball into his right hand and tossed it into the water, just to see what effect it might have. It was hardly the first time he had done such a thing, but Cyprian always enjoyed seeing the cloud of steam which rose from the water.
"Finally got a chance to actually cast a spell today. I swear, they have us talking more than practicing magic at these gatherings. We're not politicians, after all."
"Now, with all talk of salt and wine out of the way, perhaps we can discuss a few things, Rosa. The way we've been, eh, unless it's my mind playing tricks on me, it seems as if we've been making gestures based on the way we look towards each other, the way you walk, and the whole thing with your hair- which I assume to be a mammalian movement indicating interest- I just want to know if you're interested in a more, eh, personal conversation."
Things were rarely as they appeared with mages. For all Cyprian knew, it could be that Rosalinde was merely teasing him, or that he was seeing something that wasn't there, or that she was just acting that way for any other reason than to attract him. "If there's something you want from me, you can tell me. I won't bite, I promise." He bared his teeth, showing off his rather sizeable, dragon-like fangs.
The walk to the beach nearby was quick, and he appreciated walking on the soft sand rather than the cold stony floors. But there was more on his mind than the environment. He certainly wanted to learn more about the charming mage he had spent much time with in the Council. But first, with almost zero effort, he conjured a fireball into his right hand and tossed it into the water, just to see what effect it might have. It was hardly the first time he had done such a thing, but Cyprian always enjoyed seeing the cloud of steam which rose from the water.
"Finally got a chance to actually cast a spell today. I swear, they have us talking more than practicing magic at these gatherings. We're not politicians, after all."
"Now, with all talk of salt and wine out of the way, perhaps we can discuss a few things, Rosa. The way we've been, eh, unless it's my mind playing tricks on me, it seems as if we've been making gestures based on the way we look towards each other, the way you walk, and the whole thing with your hair- which I assume to be a mammalian movement indicating interest- I just want to know if you're interested in a more, eh, personal conversation."
Things were rarely as they appeared with mages. For all Cyprian knew, it could be that Rosalinde was merely teasing him, or that he was seeing something that wasn't there, or that she was just acting that way for any other reason than to attract him. "If there's something you want from me, you can tell me. I won't bite, I promise." He bared his teeth, showing off his rather sizeable, dragon-like fangs.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Good evening. Nice to see us all here to discuss matters of urgent importance, such as... oh, what's on the schedule for this evening." He looked down at the parchments which were being distributed around the room. "The implications of the Exarch's new taxes on bread, wine, and salt, and how this will impact the market for magical goods and services." With a rather blank look on his face, he sat the documents flat down on the round table he was sitting at, right next to Rosalinde. This would be a boring one, and as chipper as he was earlier, the look of excitement which had adorned his snout earlier had fled as fast as it had come.
Nevertheless, he was happy to see her. Rosalinde was always one of the more interesting mages to speak with, and it helped that she was easy on the eyes. And while there was no way to judge from her manner of walking alone, he got the feeling that she had adopted such a sultry gait in order to gain the attention of the other archmages. A pity that most of them were either taken, clueless, or were so absorbed in their own power and importance that they paid little heed to her. On top of that, only about half of the mages in the room were fully human, with several half-breeds and many non-humans. The High Councilor himself was quarter-elf, three-fourths human.
"Perhaps we could discuss matters of, ah, greater import after the formal session is over, Rosalinde. In the gardens, perhaps? You know, the ones with the emperor's cabbages? They say the ones growing there now are descended from the strain he planted centuries ago. And maybe something more interesting than food products. This palace is a masterwork of-"
"The Council of Mages will come to order!" Cyprian fell silent as the High Councilor spoke. The meeting itself was just as long and drawn-out as he imagined it would be, but a break was finally called three hours into it, just as the sun began to set. Obtuse as he could be, a thought still dawned on the Dracon.
"Rosa- oh, may I call you that? Perhaps we can continue discussing this matter outside. By the seaside." He rose from his seat and, refraining from spelling it out, gestured at the setting sun through the window.
Nevertheless, he was happy to see her. Rosalinde was always one of the more interesting mages to speak with, and it helped that she was easy on the eyes. And while there was no way to judge from her manner of walking alone, he got the feeling that she had adopted such a sultry gait in order to gain the attention of the other archmages. A pity that most of them were either taken, clueless, or were so absorbed in their own power and importance that they paid little heed to her. On top of that, only about half of the mages in the room were fully human, with several half-breeds and many non-humans. The High Councilor himself was quarter-elf, three-fourths human.
"Perhaps we could discuss matters of, ah, greater import after the formal session is over, Rosalinde. In the gardens, perhaps? You know, the ones with the emperor's cabbages? They say the ones growing there now are descended from the strain he planted centuries ago. And maybe something more interesting than food products. This palace is a masterwork of-"
"The Council of Mages will come to order!" Cyprian fell silent as the High Councilor spoke. The meeting itself was just as long and drawn-out as he imagined it would be, but a break was finally called three hours into it, just as the sun began to set. Obtuse as he could be, a thought still dawned on the Dracon.
"Rosa- oh, may I call you that? Perhaps we can continue discussing this matter outside. By the seaside." He rose from his seat and, refraining from spelling it out, gestured at the setting sun through the window.
Omicria was not a land like most others. Instead of a king, the land was ruled by an Exarch, officially a viceroy for an empire, but an empire that had died out centuries ago. Its people were mostly human, but as the old empire had been a land of many groups, so too were all races allowed to settle in Omicria. Among them were the Dracons, themselves a species from a distant desert continent which somehow always seemed to be to the south of wherever one was. The Dracons were a small minority in Omicria, yet they had no more or fewer rights than anyone else.
Among them was a powerful mage known as Cyprian, a red-scaled Dracon of some forty years. For his species, this was still reasonably young, seeing as he would live to be at least 150, longer still if magic was involved. He was a member of the Council of Mages, an old imperial institution which had relocated to Omicria centuries ago when the rest of the empire fell. Some say that they were the ones who caused the cataclysm which wiped out the Golden City and its people in a day and a night. Officially, they denied having anything to do with it, and in truth, the Council did everything in its power to prevent what happened. That was some seven centuries ago.
(The golden city at its peak):
Despite the passage of many years, time seemed to stand still in Omicria. Not only were the laws the same as in the old empire, but the dress, architecture, and to a large extent the technology had not changed much in all the years since the fall of the empire. While newer fashions and ways crept in from time to time, the land still boasted newly-built post-and-lintel temples in an era when flying buttresses and pointed arches were the norm, and while books had gradually displaced the use of scrolls, more conservative Omicrians made it a point to read from a rolled-up piece of parchment or papyrus rather than turn the pages of what they derisively referred to as a "vulgar codex."
Cyprian had been hatched in Omicria, yet his parents were both from the Dracon realms: his father from the city of Naushindcalgoa (the capital of the kingdom of the same name, as the main dracon realms were) and his mother from a farming village in the kingdom of Minbenthac. His father had been a talented wizard and there had been rumors that sorcery ran on his mother's side of the family, but whatever the case, Cyprian had outshone both of them, becoming the most powerful Dracon on the Council, one of only two of his species to be there.
The Council headquarters itself was a large palace which had been built on the outskirts of Omicria's capital, originally constructed as a fancy retirement home for the emperor, who apparently had a love for cabbages, hence the fields of them planted around the building. When the empire fell and the Council was forced to relocate, it only made sense to give them the largest building available.
(The Council of Mages HQ):
Cyprian arrived at the Council along with the other forty-nine mages who represented Omicria's best. Even as a former province, it still stood as a decent, mid-sized real;m, albeit one which called itself an "Exarchate" rather than a proper kingdom. Seated in the octagonal structure which once served as the emperor's tomb, they did the rounds and called the meeting to order.
Among them was a powerful mage known as Cyprian, a red-scaled Dracon of some forty years. For his species, this was still reasonably young, seeing as he would live to be at least 150, longer still if magic was involved. He was a member of the Council of Mages, an old imperial institution which had relocated to Omicria centuries ago when the rest of the empire fell. Some say that they were the ones who caused the cataclysm which wiped out the Golden City and its people in a day and a night. Officially, they denied having anything to do with it, and in truth, the Council did everything in its power to prevent what happened. That was some seven centuries ago.
(The golden city at its peak):
Despite the passage of many years, time seemed to stand still in Omicria. Not only were the laws the same as in the old empire, but the dress, architecture, and to a large extent the technology had not changed much in all the years since the fall of the empire. While newer fashions and ways crept in from time to time, the land still boasted newly-built post-and-lintel temples in an era when flying buttresses and pointed arches were the norm, and while books had gradually displaced the use of scrolls, more conservative Omicrians made it a point to read from a rolled-up piece of parchment or papyrus rather than turn the pages of what they derisively referred to as a "vulgar codex."
Cyprian had been hatched in Omicria, yet his parents were both from the Dracon realms: his father from the city of Naushindcalgoa (the capital of the kingdom of the same name, as the main dracon realms were) and his mother from a farming village in the kingdom of Minbenthac. His father had been a talented wizard and there had been rumors that sorcery ran on his mother's side of the family, but whatever the case, Cyprian had outshone both of them, becoming the most powerful Dracon on the Council, one of only two of his species to be there.
The Council headquarters itself was a large palace which had been built on the outskirts of Omicria's capital, originally constructed as a fancy retirement home for the emperor, who apparently had a love for cabbages, hence the fields of them planted around the building. When the empire fell and the Council was forced to relocate, it only made sense to give them the largest building available.
(The Council of Mages HQ):
Cyprian arrived at the Council along with the other forty-nine mages who represented Omicria's best. Even as a former province, it still stood as a decent, mid-sized real;m, albeit one which called itself an "Exarchate" rather than a proper kingdom. Seated in the octagonal structure which once served as the emperor's tomb, they did the rounds and called the meeting to order.
Hello. This roleplay covers the life and times of two powerful mages and their children. Rosalinde and Cyprian are a Human woman and Dracon male, respectively. Their children are going to be conceived by magic, and will be either Human, Dracon, or something in-between. For those who may be reading this while scrolling through the Guild, this is a closed 1x1 RP, but if you are interested in starting a similar one, feel free to shoot me a PM and we'll see what we can do.
-- Aristocles.
-- Aristocles.
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