DRACO OCCIDERE

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graphic design is my passion



A few rules:

• This is a more traditional RP in the sense that I, as GM, control the world wholly. Try to be in regular contact with me if you want world info, rather than making it up.
  

• Message me character ideas via PM or Skype, we'll work it out together.
  

• Cap at 5 players.
  

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Madame Vinnulous Berry Marie Jeanne de Lamoignon rode atop a currently dying horse.
This horse was dying because it was simply carrying too damn much. It wore full, extremely ineffective, gold plate armor encrusted with a dazzling array of jewels every square inch of it, to the point where the gold underneath couldn't even be seen. This horse could hardly breath or see with this mass of weight on it, and take note that the fine Madame is just about as petite as a woman can be. Its vision was not only obscured by the occasional jewel jutting into the eye hole to where it partially covered it, the horse was also trudging through snow. Rather thick snow, for that matter.

Madame didn't share the same concerns as the horse about its state; her father from the coffers of the prestigious Lamoignon family could buy her another purebred and an even more lavish armor set, if that was possible. She glanced from side to side, her auburn bangs coming down to her clearly defined cheekbones. This spritz of hair is only on the left while the left it cut shorter. It does, however, blend wonderfully. She wore a bun as well, tightly knit together with two crossing pins topped with golden hearts. Her green eyes could bear into the soul of a man, making them be damn sure that they're certain they want to say whatever they are for it is more than likely wasting the dear Madame's sweet, sweet time.
Her shoulders are cloaked with a fluffy robe that opens up at her upper chest, exposing defined neck bones and a bosom highlighted by a hidden dragon bone corset. Further down she wears a vest which covers the corset, a candy red with gold buttons. The robe trails back, not covering her long legs, fitted tightly into black leather pants. Boots that seem more applicable for a dinner party than an expedition for dragon killing 'cutely' pressed against the waist of the horse, where the armor is lacking for just this reason.

Coming from the prestigious noble family of the Lamoignons, a family who had been hunting dragons for generations, Madame was easily able to afford the best education the world had to offer which whatever the subject is, of course, her choosing. She had been delighted as a child about the stories of her grandfather about his expeditions, so much so that she was determined to take up the tradition. Madame had decided that illusion magic would be a suitable role for her within the group; one that wouldn't require her to get her hands dirty while being able to flaunt her magnificent self right into the face of danger like no other archetype of dragon hunter could. If the great lineage had granted her with her beauty, she reasoned, why would she want to take up a job where she'd have to cover it up?
So Madame rode on to the dastardly dragon that simply had to die, her chin lifted with an aura of confidence and her black gloves loosely holding the reigns of the horse, which, obviously, had to be guided.

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