Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28927430-20160711235724/@comment-25808351-20160712005932

(Damn, you sure can paint a picture with words.) Arriving next to the party is a bronze skinned man with rugged, handsome features. He wore a suede trench coat that reached down to his ankles. The coat was black suede complete with white trimmings and two sets of silver buttons that ran down both the left and right side of his chest. Beneath his coat was a formal vest of the same material and style overtop a black dress tunic. His pants were simple black dress pants tucked into his boots. The boots were fine black leather adorned with silver spurs for the massive black furred stead he arrived on.

Behind him was a Carmel skinned woman with long black immaculate hair. She had the appearance of a woman in her late thirties, but she is breathtakingly beautiful. Her body was curvy and voluptuous. Her eyes are a crimson red and she has a very regal air about her. She is wearing a brown leather corset (which highlighted her large bust) over top a white long sleeve dress shirt with frills at the end of each arm. She is also wearing grey dress pants tucked into knee high, high heel brown leather boots. Over top all of it is a large cloak of white suede.

The couple are Marcus Jaghund and Samia Jaghund. Noble family of Zahmeria, a medium sized city state at the bottom of the SturmZahmer mountains far to the north of the mainland. A cold, bitter mountain range.

"(Sigh) I hate wearing this stuff. So uncomfortable." I say in a gruff unpleasant voice.

"Oh shut up, you look very handsome." Samia replies with a hint of annoyance to my complaint. "I'll probably have to fight off the girls her once they see you. Oh! There's the hostess of the party! Now simle and be certious, or I'll split your skull later." Samia grabs me by the arm and leads me to our generous host. I let out one more sigh and then compose myself to put on a good first impression.