RenegadeAngel

An OC sideblog for College of Whispers Aasimar bard Iris Gianna. Main account is Mithosofcruxis

[bardicrenegadeangel]

@lightning-of-kharlan

The redhead knocked on the frame of the automatic doors before standing in front of them. They slid open with a quiet mechanical sound, much in contrast to the loud beating of her heart. She could he hear it in echo, from herself as from its echo off of the walls.

The curse of being an angel, after all, was exaggerated bodily functions.

"Lord Yuan," she said in a voice tinged with nervousness. She was still hazy about all of this. Would Lord Yggdrasill find out she'd defected? How was she supposed to double agent against the most powerful being in the worlds?

"Reporting for duty, sir," she added, mostly hoping to calm her own nerves.

[bardicrenegadeangel]

The rum she kept in the flask was spiced with a touch of sweetness, and she knew it. That look of approval told her she'd found someone with a true appreciation for the nuance of good, hard liquor.

"I got a new job recently and I'm feeling rather celebratory," she said with a shrug and a flourish of her hand, "So perhaps a rowdy drinking contest? Winner buys the loser their top shelf bottle of choice."

[broadswordandpistol]

"Hm." Alvin set the flask between them, and looked the young woman over with a different kind of approval, the one that appreciated a challenge.

"Three conditions:" he suggested. "One: no exspheres. That's cheating.

"Two: decent booze and the time to savor it. If I'm going to get hammered, I want to enjoy the process.

"Three: I don't drink with anyone whose name I don't know. The name's Alvin. And you?"

[bardicrenegadeangel]

Oooh, this one knew about exspheres! That was an interesting development for her, but not one unwelcome. a sly grin spread across her face and she reached underneath her corset. There was a muted click!, and the woman placed her exsphere delicately on the bartop.

"Well well, now I'm particularly excited." She extended a small hand, eyes glittering with mischief. "Iris. It's a pleasure, Alvin. I'll buy the first bottle if you buy the next. I have a feeling we'll be running out rather quickly."

[broadswordandpistol]

"A fellow troublemaker, I see." the redhead smiles sweetly and offers a flask to the man in front of her. "Want to cause a ruckus?" (Bardicrenegadeangel)

Well now. There were reasons to say no to a drink from a pretty lady, but Alvin didn't think he needed to be overly suspicious tonight. He took the flask and breathed in the scent of the contents approvingly.

"Maybe. What kind of ruckus did you have in mind?"

[bardicrenegadeangel]

The rum she kept in the flask was spiced with a touch of sweetness, and she knew it. That look of approval told her she'd found someone with a true appreciation for the nuance of good, hard liquor.

"I got a new job recently and I'm feeling rather celebratory," she said with a shrug and a flourish of her hand, "So perhaps a rowdy drinking contest? Winner buys the loser their top shelf bottle of choice."

[bardicrenegadeangel]

Hello everyone!

Mun Mithos talking! This is a new sideblog for my recent obsession OC, Iris Gianna. I love playing her dearly but she doesn't get to be played all that often (gosh darn DM only being able to play for 2 months out of the year). So here's a bit about her so we can all have fun writing together!

Name: Iris Gianna

Parents: An Aasimar Pirate Captain (father) who goes by Captain Greeneye and a Human Bard (mother) named Serah Gianna

Age: 44, but Aasimar can live to 160, so she's still pretty young

Appearance: Red hair with gold streaks thats kept in a braid swept over her left shoulder. She decorates her hair with counterfeit coins that she punches holes into and threads into her braid. She has skin the color of unfired clay and eyes the color of gold coins, and they glitter the same as coins in the light.

Personality: Flirty and playful, with a sly smile generally plastered on her face. It's hard to make her angry, but when she is her smile only grows. Very loyal, almost to a fault. She often tries to defend people long after they deserve defending. Always eager to boost the mood with a song or a game. Tends to gather information in subtle ways.

For those not in the know, Aasimar are born to be champions of the gods, essentially angels who have connections to various gods. Iris was born with the divinity of the God of Luck, so she's a little...morally ambiguous sometimes.