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Irahel
1,724 years old
6ft 8in
1,724 years old
6ft 8in
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Irahel
A lithe female troll, minion to the evil with Helyn.
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Club 47 Main Floor
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
Description
Personality
She's a wise ass, but normally keeps her mouth shut. The self proclaimed best friend of Helyn, she's spunky and loves to spar. Irahel has an acute sense of smell, and is a tough warrior.
Equipment
Double ended stone hammer
Poisoned blades (2)
HANDS
Satchel
-poison
-communication crystal
-food
Poisoned blades (2)
HANDS
Satchel
-poison
-communication crystal
-food
History
She was exceptional, there was no other word for it. Top of her class in her tribe, excellent with both bow and spear, proficient with a dagger or hammer.
On her 24th year, she met Helyn on the road.
Has been her minion for 1700 years, after being granted the gift of hands.
So begins...
Irahel's Story
Éclaire Hanley kept watching the television, offering a nonchalant shrug as a very familiar redheaded woman appeared on the television, standing behind a podium, the Aschen naval flag, and the Aschen National flag behind her, along with a dark blue curtain. The woman was sharply dressed in a dark grey uniform, sam browne belt with chest strap, and a peaked officer's cap could be seen resting on the podium. The woman was delivering some sort of announcement amid the flash of cameras. She was also speaking a strange, but fluid language. The Announcement lasted about thirty seconds, and then the game returned.
"Not really, I just do my job." Claire said with a smile. "It's called Pyramid, a very popular sport where I'm from."
"Not really, I just do my job." Claire said with a smile. "It's called Pyramid, a very popular sport where I'm from."
Irahel was spit into the lights and sound of the room. She scanned for Arroze, avoiding the light up dance floor as she maneuvered through the crowd. There was an impressive icey sculpture near one of the bars. Huge, wow. She looked from the larger than life art piece to the televisions behind the bar. There was a woman on screen, and then there was a sports game.
/me “Pyramid, interesting.” He filled his glass from the Wyvern Whiskey bottle at the table, “Maybe not a VIP, but clearly your escortee has high standards. Too many people don’t put enough thought into how their escorts reflect them.” He couldn’t help but notice Irahel enter, seemed to be looking for someone, not him he was sure.
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He should have gone with the Confessors, not a Military Commander.
”
Cedric Valentine raised an eyebrow, he had no idea what Confessors were, sounded ominous enough. "A military commander?" he whistled, "That is a high standard for an escort."
“
I'm the Supreme Commander of the Aschen Empire's defense force. That was me on that screen.
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Cedric Valentine chuckled at himself for not having noticed, "I have to admit, I really wasn't paying much attention to it. Though I think you might have undersold your VIP status, you certainly qualify, especially compared to most of the people in this place."
Éclaire Hanley huffed. "People who think they're worth something, but are really nothing." She crossed her legs over the opposite side, pulling a small flask from her handbag, and taking a swig.
Cedric Valentine nodded and took a drink of his own, "People tend to think highly of themselves. If they stop trying to look important they might realize they aren't."
Max Entwine Max pushed into the club and looked around, it was nice enough, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was worth a space transit. He adjusted his jacket and pointed himself towards an empty table, keeping an eye out as he went.
Éclaire Hanley started as her communicator chirped, slowly she stood up. "Excuse me." She found somewhere quiet to take her call.
“
So, What do you want to do?
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Éclaire Hanley came back from behind a pillar, her communicator in hand while not paying attention, she slams her body full force into the incoming Carmen Dellevon, not seeing her.
Éclaire Hanley came back from behind a pillar, her communicator in her hand, and her nose in the screen, walking at a fairly brisk pace, set on course to collide with Carmen Dellevon as she entered the bar.
Éclaire Hanley nearly fell back from her own collision, she was unfortunate to have her own stiletto snap under the torque of her sudden movement, a sickening crack, and the woman stumbled back. "Watch where you're frakking going, by the lords are you blind!?" Hanley nearly screamed. "My Shoes are ruined!"