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Maikyl Metsar
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:38:00 -
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*Metsar enters the club wearing a long jacket, with clasps running down the front of braided gold cord.. It had a slightly military air to it, but wasn't a uniform. Sleek and silk black fabric embroidered with golden florals along the cuffs, tail, and high collar. His blonde hair had been slicked severely down the left side of his face, almost reaching his chin. To his right walked his Ealurian slave, Torsuul. Finely dressed with his long graying hair held back in a ponytail. He had a sharp goatee and his face was beginning to wrinkle as men of his age did, especially around the eyes. As they walked in one would have balked at the thought that they were the same age, as Metsar's clone appeared to be twenty-five.
He waved off the hostess without even looking at her; and made his way, Torsuul close behind, to the stairs leading up to the casino. He ascended out of the cacophony of the dance floor into the soft jazz of the casino lounge. He perks up an eyebrow, idly wondering by what means they were able to dampen the roar of below so smoothly. Amidst this crowd of more elegantly clad folk he worked his way to an open seat at a viginti unus table. He placed his datachit on the table and was dealed into the game.* |
Maikyl Metsar
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
66
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Posted - 2013.10.01 22:36:00 -
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((Nevermind then, removing post, will return another day.)) |
Maikyl Metsar
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
67
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Posted - 2013.10.06 01:40:00 -
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*Metsar enters the club wearing a long jacket, with clasps running down the front of braided gold cord.. It had a slightly military air to it, but wasn't a uniform. Sleek and silk black fabric embroidered with golden florals along the cuffs, tail, and high collar. His blonde hair had been slicked severely down the left side of his face, almost reaching his chin. To his right walked his Ealurian slave, Torsuul. Finely dressed with his long graying hair held back in a ponytail. He had a sharp goatee and his face was beginning to wrinkle as men of his age did, especially around the eyes. As they walked in one would have balked at the thought that they were the same age, as Metsar tended to use younger clones.
He waved off the hostess without even looking at her; and made his way--Torsuul close behind--to the stairs leading up to the casino. He ascended out of the cacophony of the dance floor into the soft jazz of the casino lounge. He perks up an eyebrow, idly wondering by what means they were able to dampen the roar of below so smoothly. Amidst this crowd of more elegantly clad folk he worked his way to an open seat at a viginti unus table. He placed his datachit on the table and was dealed into the game. |
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