Jace Regmar de Millefiore, Heart of a Lion

My name is Jace Regmar de Millfiore, and I am a 34 year old Nordic man who is an expert of Illusion, sneaking, and unarmed fighting. I live in Riften, serving the thieves guild and the nightingales. I used to go to the college of winterhold until I was expelled for stealing materials. I have no stance in the war and nor do I plan to, for I dislike getting my hands dirtied with blood. [[Independent TES Skyrim RP blog, Thieves Guildmaster & Nightingale, will RP with anyone from any fandom ]]

[jacemillefiore]

Eiruki bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry."

Jace grunted, whipping his head back as he looked at the orc in an annoyed manner "Are you blind? Watch where you're going."

[jacemillefiore]

magetiiri started following you

“…..Aren’t you a little too young to be all by your lonesome in the Rift, lass?”

[magetiiri-blog]

Tiiri looked up at the man, eyes wide as she stepped back a bit.

“I… I think I’m old enough, s-sir,” she replied, frowning a bit.

[jacemillefiore]

“What? I ain’ gonna bite ya” He looked at her confused. Was he really that scary looking? Nonetheless, he waved a hand “Don’t call me sir. Names Jace.”

[magetiiri-blog]

“Sorry,” she said, offering him a small smile, “I’m not used to bigger people talking to me… I’m Tiiri,” The little Breton said, “It’s nice to meet you…”

[jacemillefiore]

He raised his shoulders briefly, before patting her on the shoulder, noting the significant height difference, with him being 6'5. "Based on yer attire, I am guessing you're in the college, eh Tiiri? I used to go myself, being a major in Illusion." He casted invisbility, briefly being invisible before reappearing once more.

[jacemillefiore]

magetiiri started following you

“…..Aren’t you a little too young to be all by your lonesome in the Rift, lass?”

[magetiiri-blog]

Tiiri looked up at the man, eyes wide as she stepped back a bit.

“I… I think I’m old enough, s-sir,” she replied, frowning a bit.

[jacemillefiore]

"What? I ain' gonna bite ya" He looked at her confused. Was he really that scary looking? Nonetheless, he waved a hand "Don't call me sir. Names Jace."

[jacemillefiore]

magetiiri started following you

".....Aren't you a little too young to be all by your lonesome in the Rift, lass?"

[jacemillefiore]

So... are you mad at Luth for letting your son get kidnapped?

"Mad? No, but it's difficult to trust her."

[jacemillefiore]

/slaps him hard on the back/ Well if it isn't Jace the man-whore! How many sluts have ya fucked since you got back in town?

Jace had grunted loudly, and took the grey face's hand and twisted it, throwing the asshole over his back. The last sentence didn't help the grey face's cause

"How dare you refer to the women I've trusted as sluts. I should step on your throat, but I won't. Now fuck off."

[jacemillefiore]

Cider and testosterone

[jacemillefiore]

Jace tilted his head slightly, still sound asleep under the crown of the tree. But he felt like he was falling, thus waking up swiftly for him to sit upward. As he shifted his head left to right to look for the basket that was formerly in his lap, he looked down to see an agitated bosmer yelling at him. He woke up just in time to hear what he had to say.

“Because no one COMES here, mer!” Jace retorted, still up on his perch. “What on Nirn are you doing here? This is bear territory, you know” He lied, it was just his personal spot for getting fresh fruit.

[maaslithewoodelf]

Maasli raised an eyebrow at the Nord’s claim. Bear territory? Not that he knew of anyways. He’d been there a couple times and hadn’t seen any bears. “Bears? I haven’t seen any bears in the times I’ve been here…” He muttered, mostly to himself. But it was possible that the other would have been able to hear it.

“I live nearby. I felt like talking a nice walk and I was greeted by a basket falling on my head.” He huffed, crossing his arms around his chest. “You should be more careful.” 

[jacemillefiore]

"Well apologies for having my featherweight of a basket fall upon your person. I shall direct you to the nearest healer so he could get rid of that dreadful scrape." He said in an awful sarcastic manner, trying not to laugh as he did. "But what I meant by bear territory, is that there is a stormcloak camp nearby, and, well, you should know the rest."

He looked the mer over. He seemed young, and even though most mer do, he had a child-like demeanor to him. "Besides, what is your name, little mer?"

[jacemillefiore]

daughter-of-sithis said: “No,” she agreed. “I don’t look all that different. It’s the blessing of mer blood. My body’s changed a bit, though.” She smiled softly. “I have a son now.”

He grimaced, but not at the fact she had a son, rather the word “son”. “Congratulations. Don’t ever let him out of your sight.”

[daughter-of-sithis-deactivated2]

“He’s only a baby. Not much chance of him running off,” she laughed. She retied the dagger to her hip. “Even managed to find a mer mad enough to marry me and father him.”

[jacemillefiore]

"Keep it that way." He said somewhat seriously, although the thought of her having a baby was odd, seeing as how sexually promiscuous she was, but then again he had no room to talk. "Who's the lucky mer?"

[jacemillefiore]

“That’s your first problem. The attitude might get you a good nights lay, but nothing ever serious…unless that’s what you want, then it is perfectly ok, for I was the same at one point.” He still kept his stoic demeanor, knowing the orc won’t charge him once more he sat down and crossed his arms.

“Women are still a mystery.”

[dakog]

“An orc chief takes whatever wives he pleases, and it’s simple as that,” the mercenary complained, taking a seat as well. “If you prove yourself in combat, you’re rewarded. None of this courting horseshit. None of these gods damned attractions you can’t do anything about. It’s absurd.”

[jacemillefiore]

"An orc chief as a mercenary? Quite the rare sight to see" Jace had sassed, seemingly unimpressed by what he has to say. "I've no room to talk though, I've stolen more womens' hearts than I could count."

[sebastianlamarque-deactivated20]

jacemillefiore started following you

[sebastianlamarque-deactivated20]

“Well, look who finally decided to show his face again. Where’ve you been, handsome?”

[jacemillefiore]

“Cyrodiil” He said bluntly, shifting weight from one foot to the other “I had to put my son back with his mother.”

[sebastianlamarque-deactivated20]

Well, that was a sure way to make the conversation just a little more awkward.

“I can imagine that raising a son with your current… lifestyle can be rather difficult.” Sebastian folded his arms over his chest. “You seem slightly less cheerful.”

[jacemillefiore]

"Of course, a lover of mine tried to kill me and eat my son. But you havent' done me any wrong, so forgive me if I seem off putting." He smirked a little, nudging the Breton forward slightly. "You don't seem to have aged at all. Not surprising."

[championgaelle]

[Business as Usual - Gaelle/Jace]

“Sooner than I had myself expected, but I have responsibilities to come back to, I’m sure you know.” He tried to return the smile but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he opted to ask, “How have you been holding up?”

“Well enough, all things considered….” replied the Imperial, sliding her hands into the pockets of her vest. She felt strangely reluctant to mention her intention to leave the Rift; and this was odd, considering Jace was one of the few souls she would consider trusting with that information.

But perhaps it was the man’s demeanor that was off-putting. Keeping in mind all that he’d experienced in the previous months, it was no surprise he would be changed somewhat. “How was Alfsigr? She seemed well, I hope?” she offered.

[jacemillefiore]

"She was doing wonderfully. She sends her warm wishes" He smirked a bit, unconsciously running his finger through her hair. Gaelle reminded him so much of her "sister" but alas they were two completely different people, and upon realizing he invaded her space he pulled his hand back quickly.

"But I have noticed....that your presence in the guild is lessening by the day. We are close, Gaelle, and should you ever need some time....."off" I will understand completely. After all, I do need to pick up on extra assignments since I put Stark back in his homeland.....somewhere safer." He grimaced, brushing his finger on his chest where the nasty scar Beltane left him was at. He then looked back up at her, forcing a smile once more. "You should join me for a drink, just like old times."

[beltanethewitch-deactivated2013]

((I imagine what Jace’s and Beltane’s kid would look like if they ever conceive one…so I drew this lovely cutie. I shall name her Agnetha.))

[jacemillefiore]

o3o

[[ i know who this is, your grey face does not fool me, smooshy! ]]

[jacemillefiore]

“Ah, yes, what I was bothering you for precisely. I overheard you mumblin’ to yourself about women, and I got one bit of good advice for you…..” Jace paused momentarily, looking at his expression before continuing.

“You can never truly please them until you give up something important to you, and that was a dire mistake I shall never make again. You keep the same thing in mind, orc.”

[dakog]

Dakog growled at the response, a low, raspy hum that rose from the back of his throat. He hadn’t been asking for advice, hadn’t even been asking for conversation. Still, the man was here, and the orc drunk enough to keep talking.

“I ain’t tryin’ to please nobody,” he replied simply. “Nobody ‘cept myself, at least. Folk in this province are just impossible.”

[jacemillefiore]

"That's your first problem. The attitude might get you a good nights lay, but nothing ever serious...unless that's what you want, then it is perfectly ok, for I was the same at one point." He still kept his stoic demeanor, knowing the orc won't charge him once more he sat down and crossed his arms.

"Women are still a mystery."

[jacemillefiore]

daughter-of-sithis said: “No,” she agreed. “I don’t look all that different. It’s the blessing of mer blood. My body’s changed a bit, though.” She smiled softly. “I have a son now.”

He grimaced, but not at the fact she had a son, rather the word "son". "Congratulations. Don't ever let him out of your sight."

[sebastianlamarque-deactivated20]

jacemillefiore started following you

[sebastianlamarque-deactivated20]

“Well, look who finally decided to show his face again. Where’ve you been, handsome?”

[jacemillefiore]

"Cyrodiil" He said bluntly, shifting weight from one foot to the other "I had to put my son back with his mother."

[jacemillefiore]

Cider and testosterone

[maaslithewoodelf]

The young Bosmer was unaware of anyone in the apple tree. That was until the basket hit him right on the head. He let out a yelp as he nearly face planted into the trunk on the tree. He caught himself on the trunk with his hands, keeping himself from smacking into it. “O… Ouch!” He cried out, turning his head to look at the fallen basket that lay on the ground beside him. “W.. What on Nirn?” 

He looked up to see where in the tree the basket had come from. Then he caught sight of the Nord in the tree. Didn’t he know how dangerous that could have been? Sleeping up there? For one, he could have fallen out of the tree. And secondly, the basket falling on someone’s head, just like it had on with the young Bosmer.

“Hey, are you crazy?” He huffed, calling loud enough for the Nord to hear him. “People could get hurt from you sitting up there like that!” 

[jacemillefiore]

Jace tilted his head slightly, still sound asleep under the crown of the tree. But he felt like he was falling, thus waking up swiftly for him to sit upward. As he shifted his head left to right to look for the basket that was formerly in his lap, he looked down to see an agitated bosmer yelling at him. He woke up just in time to hear what he had to say.

"Because no one COMES here, mer!" Jace retorted, still up on his perch. "What on Nirn are you doing here? This is bear territory, you know" He lied, it was just his personal spot for getting fresh fruit.