Mordred Van Erch

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-03 20:25:43, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch Green heels tapped against the floor like soft rain, coming down the stairs. A sickly sweet scent wafted in front of the presence, reminding one of grave soil and liverwort. The shadows revealed the sound of the tapping - a woman, dressed in all green with silky yet somewhat matted hair flowing to her shoulders. The face of the figure was covered by an intricate green and gold mask, painted with a slight smirk. Eyes a light green hue showed through the holes, dancing about warily. The woman in elaborate ruffles walked over to the counter, heels still tapping incessantly. She lightly rested hands with green nails on the counter, an ivory hue yet still showing pieces of dirt underneath. And there she stood, a masked figure in green. "May I get a drink?" A light, lilting voice eminated from the mask.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-03 20:41:40, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch The woman in green sighed, reaching over to spread her pungent scent across the counter. Her shadow was green where it fell, created by the harsh lights of the bar. An ungloved hand grabbed a small vial from behind the counter, where several things were labeled and marked. She crossed over to another part of the counter -tap, tap, tap - and drew out a simple glass of water. Carefully, the woman dropped a small portion of the contents of the vial into the water, instantly turning it a swirly green, the color of her clothes. The masked woman lightly rubbed her finger along the outside of the glass, creating a humming, echoing, hollow sound. "Guess not."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-03 20:57:45, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch The green-clad woman did not move when the ground shook, nor the blackness descend. Her green eyes seemed to be a light on their own, watching, waiting. It did not bother her, this blackness, nor the shaking, but it did cause her hands to stop tapping, along with her feet, as she sat down. The woman hesitated in removing her mask.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-03 21:06:43, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch The woman in green rose gracefully, one hand holding the unpaid-for drink still, and walked back up the stair. She had what she had come for, minus intelligent conversation, but that didn't matter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-07 22:00:57, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch Green heels tapped against the floor like soft rain, coming down the stairs. A sickly sweet scent wafted in front of the presence, reminding one of grave soil and liverwort. The shadows revealed the sound of the tapping - a woman, dressed in all green with silky yet somewhat matted hair flowing to her shoulders. The face of the figure was covered by an intricate green and gold mask, painted with a slight smirk. Eyes a light green hue showed through the holes, dancing about warily. The woman in elaborate ruffles walked over to the counter, heels still tapping incessantly. She lightly rested hands with green nails on the counter, an ivory hue yet still showing pieces of dirt underneath. And there she stood, a masked figure in green. "May I get a drink?" A light, lilting voice eminated from the mask.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-11 10:06:40, as written by feralfairy

The mask didn't move a bit - how could it? It was a mask - but the eyes behind it narrowed slightly. The bartender had gone on talking, and ignored other customers. If that wasn't a sure way to lose customers, what was? tapering fingers tapped against the counter again. "Bartender?" She asked again.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-11 10:17:32, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch scowled under the mask and turned away brusquely, fetching herself a whiskey. A man yelled for the need of a merc, and she was tempted to reply, though she had not a faction that he spoke of - just a little assassinating business. Setting her shoulders back, the woman in green walked quickly to a random table - empty, of course. Turning away from the general populace and towards the door, the mask came off for long enough so she could drink - but was replaced almost immediately.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-11 10:53:05, as written by feralfairy

The woman in green did not make another move after she had set her whiskey down and tied the mask back on. After all, more and more people came in - there was nowhere she could turn to have her face hidden enough. And so the ghoul sat, looking like a proper lady in green, casting her hidden eyes about for anyone worthwhile to talk to.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-11 11:08:05, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch gave a small chuckle, shaking her head 'No' to Johnny Izumi. No, of course not. Why would she fix things when she could break it? Laughing to herself, she folded her hands in her lap and looked about, waiting, brown hair swirling about her shoulders.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-12 19:01:37, as written by feralfairy

A woman, her features hidden by the green-and-gold mask on her face, walked in. She had average length, average colour brown hair - nothing special there. Her outfit was ordinary too, a loose green blouse with jeans. But something, something else besides the mask the woman wore made her ... different. Maybe it was the smell, the scent she had about her, like gravesoil and herbal tea. Maybe it was the copious amount of dirt underneath her fingernails. Maybe.

Undaunted, the woman strode to the counter and ordered a beer.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-12 19:38:38, as written by feralfairy

The woman with the mysterious factor glanced at Shadow Lionheart as he walked into the bar. She wasn't an empathic person, by no means, but she could tell when someone had a bad day - she had experience. Something about the man made her think he might be the type to feel a gaze, even if the masked person was just sitting a few seats down the counter.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-12 19:44:15, as written by feralfairy

A smile, a small, dark smile grew on the woman's face - but it wasn't as though anyone could see, her being hidden behind the mask. With a twitch of her fingers, the bartender nervously gave another glass of whiskey to the man, looking all the while in her direction. If he were to look at her, too, she would simply raise her cup in acknowledgement.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-12 19:51:33, as written by feralfairy

met his gaze quiet evenly, though he could not see it. She waved her hand downward at him, in ... acknowledgement? Appreciation? Or maybe she just plain waved her hand. If one was interested - or just looking - one could see the porcelain, dainty hands she had. Pale and tapering as they were, they should be usually covered by gloves or painted - but the nails were full of dirt. The rest of her was perfectly clean.

Still, the woman remained silent. Mordred cocked her head slightly,a little to the left, as if asking an obscure question.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-09-14 21:32:25, as written by feralfairy

Mordred Van Erch appeared at the counter, as her author was far too lazy to actually write an entrance post. Usually, the posts contained something about how she looked, or how she acted, or something like that of length, but, as stated, her author was very, very lazy and tired right now.

So, Mordred Van Erch, ghoul of Wing City, was in the house. Yeah.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by feralfairy

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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