Weight:102lbs.
Age:21
Race:Water Elf/Human
Hair Colour:Blue
Eye Colour:Dark Green/Blue
Skin Tone:Pale
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Marinia Loaki
Half-Water Elf Bard, working as a freelance agent.
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Greatreef City
a character in “Equilibrium”, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Height:5'10"
Weight:102lbs.
Age:21
Race:Water Elf/Human
Hair Colour:Blue
Eye Colour:Dark Green/Blue
Skin Tone:Pale
Weight:102lbs.
Age:21
Race:Water Elf/Human
Hair Colour:Blue
Eye Colour:Dark Green/Blue
Skin Tone:Pale
Personality
Marinia is a quirky and sarcastic person, quick with a response to anything. She is something of a joker and treats most things with a deft sort of confidence. She is also something of a flirt and a pervert.
Equipment
Marinia carries around her bamboo flute, her wooden lyre(something of a mini-harp) and a Rapier.
History
TBA
So begins...
Marinia Loaki's Story
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Marinia Loaki strolled over causally to the odd gathering. The only obvious indicator of her mood was her face, a wide smile slapped across it. Her eyes saw the bunch and her mind thought to play for a little tip. She debated what to play, lyre or flute and settled upon the lyre. Within seconds the instrument was resting in her hand, and she plucked at the strings oddly, trying to tuning them with the deft confidence only a master who had trained for years could achieve.
Marinia Loaki sat down by the lake, not bothering with a hello or anything. Her legs were crossed under her and she sighed. Mari closed her eyes and began to softly pluck at the strings, enticing music from the strings. Nothing 'magical' about the music, but it was a upbeat tune, her fingers gliding from the lower bass strings to the high strings in rapid dancing motions. Her mind wandered off as her lightly calloused fingers glided and plucked the strings, should she sing or not? Maybe more of a hum, oh she didn't know and went back to concentrating on playing. "You kids look liek you could use some music, hmm?"
Marinia Loaki smiled, "Alright Cutie, no problem, really its my pleasure." she winks down at the Triton and turns back to her lyre, speeding up the tempo of the song. She looked around at the odd gathering. "So whats going on here?"
Marinia Loaki looked Torne again and chuckled, while playing she moved on of her feet from beneath her and kicked the top of the water, splashing it at him. Mari gave of a little giggle and stopped playing her lyre, putting it on the ground next to her hand taking out her flute, blowing a few quick notes into it, more of a scale. "And, you wouldn't hurt beautiful me now would you?"
Marinia Loaki felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as she played her flute. She winked at Torne then took ther flute away from her lips, "I'm Marinia, but most people call em Mari, I'm a bard and a agent for hire, or what ever you want to call it." She set her her lips back to her lips.
Marinia Loaki woke up form the cry of the Harpy. She saw a a flurry of feathers and the Triton. Mari opted for the course of silenced and tried to get her bearings. The half elves hands quickly checked around herself finding her flute and lyre still with her, but her rapier. "Hey, guys did I accidentally join an S&M cult or is something wrong?" The bard looked at the Kuo-toa and frowned, her hand instantly reaching for where her rapier might be. Her grip was met with empty air and she cussed under her breath, instead reaching for her flute. The perks of being a joker, you had to appear to be cool and calm, and crack your jokes, or everyone freaks out.
Marinia Loaki The bard took a deep breath and whispered, loud enough for her two allies to hear, "Cuties, you might want to plug up you ears." Her 's' never reached a full finish, instead it switching into a whistle the produced from the wooden flute. The long, composed almost mainly of long high notes. Altough this was no normal song, it was imbued with the very essesnce of life itself magic, using the airy tones as a median for her magic to enter one's mind. The song and the magic, made it's listeners drowsy, and due to the hurried contruction she couldn't prevent it from affecting herself, her eyes lids dropped heavily and the song began to lose some of it's life. She heard the Harpy collapse to the floor, either from the song or from a fierce clubbing. Mari was holding on the the last strains of consciousness when she finally stopped the melody, looking about with her blurred vision able to make out Araleun and the captors. She chuckled and half-whispered, "I'm damn good at blowing this wood, aren't I?"
Marinia Loaki flinched as her flute was snatched at and pulled it away, bringing it down like a rather ineffective club on the human's head. The jolt of adrenaline had got her awake again and she quickly tucked away her flute into the folds of her sash. With out further thought she scrambled back up to her feet, and her thought was to put a nice hard kick into the human's groin, "Don't touch my flute!"
Marinia Loaki set down Hinn quietly and turn to the human. For once her voice was harsh and strict, as opposed to its grace and lyricism. "Take the knife away from his throat and set it down or... I know at least 100 ways to make you feel pain so intense you'll be begging for death. You have 3," upon saying 3 the Bard put three of her pale fingers up, "3..." Her muscles tensed up and she clenched her other first hard, until she could feel blooding oozing out of her palm. "2...."
Marinia Loaki shook her head, "One..." Within and instant the lyre that was previously attached to her belt was flying through the air, cutting through the wind like a frisbee aiming straight for the assailants knife. Her entire body was trembling in rage. Some ugly bastard had the balls to threaten her? She didn't think so. As the Lyre slicing through the air she had already taken a step forward, slow and intentional. The Bard had lost her cool, and replaced it with cold.
Marinia Loaki continued her walk forward, speeding up as to not let Torne the the human before her, once she was close enough, she looked to the lyre, on of the strings has snapped in the flight. Mari turned her gaze back to the stunned captor and launched herself at him, driving him to the ground so she was on top of him. Her hand wrapped around his neck, "I warned you." She squeezed tighter and she took one of her thumbs and placed it over the captor's eyes and started pushing down on it, her face nearly unreadable, save for the grim smirk on her face. Finally some well earned revenge, "I told you you would be in pain, now squeal you pig, squeal!"
Marinia Loaki shrieked as she was picked up, "Put me down! Now!" She struggled and tried to free herself from Torne's grip. "That bastard deserves to suffer! He needs to learn." Her vision started to blur together and she wasn't able to distinguish shapes anymore, instead she just squeezed her eyes and hoped she wasn't crying. It wasn't like her to cry.
Marinia Loaki The bard, stopped her squirming, "No, I will make him beg for death, then I'll just leave him there to rot in his own filth." She crossed her eyes and shot Torne and indignant glare.
Marinia Loaki woke up being carried by Torne. Her head was a bit scrambled but she was pretty sure she knew why she was being carried. The Bard cracked an eye open, taking a good luck at the three men, "Oh, 3 cute guys? Maybe this whole slave thing isn't so bad." She mumbled and turned over burying her face into Torne's chest. "Can someone turn off the sun?"
Marinia Loaki grumbled again, "Come on, please? For me, just turn off the big mean sun. It hurts my eyes.." She took her face away from Torne's chest and looked up at him. "Where is that cute little Triton? I liked him..." She checked around on her belt for her lyre adn found it missing. "What Happened to my Lyre?"
Marinia Loaki walked into the room, holding what appeared to be a towel in one hand. She walked in on the odd couple together in bed and stopped, dead. Suddenly the cherry red of her cheeks provided bright contrast to her blue hair. "Hope I'm not intruding, or if you want I can join... seems awful cozy."
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