Post by Avu on Sept 6, 2010 19:55:21 GMT -5
The auction is taking place outside beside the river, on a stretch of beach. A temporary wooden stage has been erected, and none other than the greenrider Elysia seems to be in charge of the auction, for it is she who is atop the stage. Before the stage facing away from the river are rows of chairs, assembled in neat rows for those wishing to bid, and as the Weyr makes their way into the seats and all settles down, the first of the males is led forward…
((Okay, here’s the deal, guys.
The auction is going to be blind – you aren’t going to know how much was bid on everyone, only on who you are bidding for. PM bids to Avu, and I will get back to you as quickly as possible if anyone bids over you. If you’re willing to bid over that, tell me your new bid. If you’re not willing, tell me you’re not willing. Please bid only on one male. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I do have school and all, but I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
And without further ado – those being sold.))
Lot 1: G'tor
G'tor the Big-Hearted Fisherman
G'tor doesn't really own more than one set of nice clothes, and probably won't bother to wear them for this. Instead, he'll be wearing calf length, black, linen pants and straw sandals, but only because it's still a little cold to go barefoot. An off white shirt with a tied collar that he'll leave open. His beard will be freshly trim and his hair combed back, but still long behind the ears. Over all, a simple look and he'll probably be feeling a little bashful.
Lot 2: E'rro
Standing at the generous height of 5'10, this guy is pretty easy on the eyes. Some of you in the crowd might recognize him as a Brownrider and a Wingsecond but for the rest of you, its more likely you've seen him ghosting around the infirmary in the dark hours of the night. And, I'll let you in on a little secret... he can dance. Yes ladies! That's right, dance.This lean, tan gentleman can sweep you off your feet, all you have to do is ask. Your wish is his command. Literally. Since you're buying him, he really does have to do whatever you say until the night is over. I give you, E'rro.
In startling contrast to his normal attire, E’rro has grumpily resigned himself to being shirtless. It wasn’t his choice. Not entirely at least. Somebody, while he was on Infirmary duty, happened to sneak into his rooms and steal every single last article of clothing he owned. Nothing was left but a small pile of clothing on his bed with a note attached saying; “I’ve taken your clothes hostage. They will return to you after the Auction /if/ you wear these on stage. Seriously, you need to show a bit more skin. Love, The clothingnapper. PS: You can’t wear the shirt. Do something creative with it. I’ll be watching.”
The Brownrider’s ‘costume’ may not be as flashy as some of the other contestants but it seemed to have been picked to give off a mysterious, foreign charm. His head is wrapped in a olivey brown cloth, one end having been masterfully tied off on the right side, while the other, longer end is let to trail down and around his neck. Practically doubling as a scarf. Most of his almost black hair is covered, with the exception of the longest of his locks. And because he is not allowed to wear the similarly colored shirt given to him, per instruction of the clothingnapper, E’rro has tied the garment around his waist as if he had simply gotten too hot and shrugged it off. Instead, he wears a dark brown, leather vest that cuts off right above the start of his abdomen. Four dull bronze button pairs keep the front of the vest secure with small straps strung between them. Moderately tight, brown pants (the same color as his vest) tie off slightly above the middle of his calfs. Under normal circumstances, the leg hems would fall slightly past his ankles but his foot wear will not allow him to with out looking odd. Beige sandals are attached to his feet and their leather straps ascend in a criss-cross pattern up his legs until they reach mid-calf. They are tied off so that the pants slightly over lap the sandals, and the excess fabric from the pants gather. Oh and lets not forget that 'do I really have to do this' frown he’s wearing.
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Lot 3: Ae'on
Next up is Ae’on, Journeyman Healer and recently Impressed blueweyrling. You can thank that bratty, annoying, sharding Sfelyth for getting him here. No crazy people, please.
Ae’on…seems to be hiding in his outfit. Or is he just making an attempt at being a sexy cloaked man? Hard to tell. He’s wearing a simple medium gray long shirt and dark brown pants. Well cared for but definitely well used black boots also add to the look of a traveller. Black gloves hide his hands from sight. Indeed, the only skin actually visible is his face below his eyes because Ae’on is wearing a black cloak with the hood up. The only thing that marks him as himself besides his introduction are four bangles, two on each wrist, the bright silver standing out against his outfit.
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Lot 4: A'emi
‘And now, for your entertainment, the only male greenrider awesome enough to be considered worthy of your attentions and intentions, however devious they may be…’
‘Elaborate’ is probably the best word when it comes to the greenrider’s costume. Metal gleams brightly from both shoulders, what would be armor had it covered more skin. It’s little more than costume jewelry as it is, studded at the edges with what appear to be sapphires. Underneath the mockery of armor is a clear blue cape, hemmed in gold; one side flows in a ribbon to curl around his arm, the other an actual sleeve that ends in a tight metal bracelet at his wrist, the back draping just past the shoulder blades. The ‘cape’ is linked at the front of the greenrider’s throat by a single stone latch that matches the stones on the armor.
Said armor happens to be attached to the greenrider’s pants via leather straps. Thin and dyed blue, there are four: Two from either shoulder, one front and one back. They connect first to a small metal ring in the center of his chest and directly between his shoulder blades, half hidden by the cape, and then again at his sides, before finally hooking to his pants, a kind of harness that allows a place for a blade to be sheathed. The pants in question are blue to match the sapphires, and also happen to be…leather. Yes, leather pants, what of it?
Lot 5: M'kai and Cr'oph
Do you like your men gentle, or dangerous? Outgoing, or mysterious? Tall, dark, and handsome or just plain tall and handsome? Well, ladies, start your engines, because the next item up for bid is a little of both, and so much more. Are you looking for a stud who will serenade you as you soar amongst the stars aboard a dragon he trained from birth? Of course you are. How about a man who will feed you a bubbly pie he baked you in a kitchen he built with his own hands? These men can. Men, you ask? Absolutely. Their turn-ons are wit, soft hair, and long walks on the beach, and they have no turn-offs. They are far too manly for that, ladies. So break out your wallets and bid as if your life depended on it - with M'kai and Cr'oph on the block, it just might.
Avenging angel of darkness? Maybe. The tall bronze rider’s shoulder length hair is styled into soft waves and falls to rest just above his shoulders. His eyes rimmed perfectly with dark black kohl and peer out at the audience with indifference. A black silk button up shirt covers his front. Over this rests a black overcoat. Paired dark bracelets of black leather wind around his wrists. The only splash of color comes in the form of a blood red tie that remains unfastened but draped loosely around his neck. This pants and belt are similar in color, dark black. Even his boots are black and polished to a shine. All in all he forms a very daunting figure.
Guardian angel of light? Certainly. The tall bluerider’s hair for once remains unfettered cascading down to midback. His blue grey eyes unlike his twin’s are unlined and seem to sparkle with repressed mirth. A white silk shirt covers his front, paired with a overcoat of a similar white with golden accents. About his wrists are leather bracelets colored in soft white. A golden tie remains loosely draped about his neck. His pants however are a darker blue which are paired with black boots which have been polished to a veritable shine. All and all he forms the perfect contrast to the darkness at his left.
Lot 6: S'rei
This next needs no introduction (but lucky you, we'll bore you with one anyway.) Selenitas born and bred, pushing forty but still going strong, the Weyrleader. And for one day he could be yours to order about however you please.
Not only has the tall bronzerider been convinced by certain factions to come to the auction platform in a toga, he's pulled out all the stops. Over a light, sleeveless cotton tunic, a cloak that is actually four cloaks sewn together to reach about twenty feet in length has been wound about him, the end draped over one arm. Along the far hem, the off-white cloaks have been died purple. His sandals have been modified with leather thongs to lace up to his knees, and though there wasn't any laurel to be found, he's taken a few vines and woven them together, placing it at a jaunty angle on his head. A wide, black leather belt has been added with a sheath for a short sword...a short wooden play sword.
Lot 7: K'sel
Some may call it a curse, that unadulterated manliness that just oozes off of next man for auction, but for the lucky lady who snags this beast they will know it as a blessing. Raised by wild, rabid, canines after his parents were lost in a freak grain harvesting accident, our Selenitas native here has both a soft and tender heart and an animal magnetism that will have you coming back for more. Pick K'sel, and tear it up tiger!
Maybe he isn't flashy, maybe he wasn't wearing a costume, fitted in a dress, left in a toga, or brandishing a loincloth, but his shirt was cut just that much lower, and his pants worn just that much tighter. This was no accident, for the brownrider is not, nor would never try to sell himself to be something he wasn't. The biggest of differences are actually in the most minute details: boots instead of loafers, black hair brushed into something more appropriate than a derelict coif, pants are worn snugly instead of slouchy (gotta show off that...er those assets somehow), but most importantly he had somehow been convinced - begrudgingly - that he should forgo his favorite plaid materials and opt for a more sateen type of shirt, perilously unbuttoned past mid chest and embellished subtly with a simple, linear, floral design. But as typical with K'sel it is a dichotomy he is aiming for, and in clear rebellion against the meddling women in his life he has let his scruff go and plainly the dark shadows and prickly patches can be seen on his chin.
He is after all, with his easy swagger and his cheeky snarl, trying to harness all of his ingrained kavorka - that is his lure of the animal, the unexplainable wild essence that anyone who has seen K'sel howl or bark, knows he has - and at all cost avoid looking like any sort of pretty boy. Shards no, despite bits of well calculated flair he will always err on the side of what is masculine and rough. When he steps on stage and gives that trademark glare of his and even slowly does a twirl, growl, and paw at the air with his hand-claws, all the ladies will know whats up.
Lot 8: J'ash
You may think this woman to be the prettiest thing you ever did see, but watch out – your eyes deceive you. Is she a Greenrider with blue, or is he a Bluerider with green? Only one way to find out – take a trip downstairs~
With shiny blond hair loose and flowing over delicate shoulders, this woman is dressed in a very intricate renaissance-like red-and-white dress that comes complete with the poofy bottom (which hides her narrow hips), flowy sleeves, and a corset. The dress flows down to hide her feet, which wear simple yet matching shoes (not that it really matters anyway – they won’t be seen). It’s like the designer of the dress went crazy with red ribbons, as they are everywhere on it: one on each sleeve, four down each side of the dark red “overcoat”, several near the rippled bottom of the dress, a bigger one at the top of the corset – there’s even one in her hair, as if all of that wasn’t enough on its own. The corset is so tight that it makes it difficult for her to breathe - it seems to compress this person’s already thin frame into something almost every girl dreams of having. Any type of facial blemish or scar that she may have had beforehand is now invisible due to the makeup that was expertly applied to her face; eyeliner makes her eyes catty and seductive, while red eye shadow gives those silver eyes a dangerous edge. Her lips are painted red and are glossy because of some kind of plant extract applied to them.
Yes, this woman is extremely beautiful. Except it’s not a woman. It’s a man. It’s J’ash.
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((Okay, here’s the deal, guys.
The auction is going to be blind – you aren’t going to know how much was bid on everyone, only on who you are bidding for. PM bids to Avu, and I will get back to you as quickly as possible if anyone bids over you. If you’re willing to bid over that, tell me your new bid. If you’re not willing, tell me you’re not willing. Please bid only on one male. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I do have school and all, but I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
And without further ado – those being sold.))
Lot 1: G'tor
G'tor the Big-Hearted Fisherman
G'tor doesn't really own more than one set of nice clothes, and probably won't bother to wear them for this. Instead, he'll be wearing calf length, black, linen pants and straw sandals, but only because it's still a little cold to go barefoot. An off white shirt with a tied collar that he'll leave open. His beard will be freshly trim and his hair combed back, but still long behind the ears. Over all, a simple look and he'll probably be feeling a little bashful.
Lot 2: E'rro
Standing at the generous height of 5'10, this guy is pretty easy on the eyes. Some of you in the crowd might recognize him as a Brownrider and a Wingsecond but for the rest of you, its more likely you've seen him ghosting around the infirmary in the dark hours of the night. And, I'll let you in on a little secret... he can dance. Yes ladies! That's right, dance.This lean, tan gentleman can sweep you off your feet, all you have to do is ask. Your wish is his command. Literally. Since you're buying him, he really does have to do whatever you say until the night is over. I give you, E'rro.
In startling contrast to his normal attire, E’rro has grumpily resigned himself to being shirtless. It wasn’t his choice. Not entirely at least. Somebody, while he was on Infirmary duty, happened to sneak into his rooms and steal every single last article of clothing he owned. Nothing was left but a small pile of clothing on his bed with a note attached saying; “I’ve taken your clothes hostage. They will return to you after the Auction /if/ you wear these on stage. Seriously, you need to show a bit more skin. Love, The clothingnapper. PS: You can’t wear the shirt. Do something creative with it. I’ll be watching.”
The Brownrider’s ‘costume’ may not be as flashy as some of the other contestants but it seemed to have been picked to give off a mysterious, foreign charm. His head is wrapped in a olivey brown cloth, one end having been masterfully tied off on the right side, while the other, longer end is let to trail down and around his neck. Practically doubling as a scarf. Most of his almost black hair is covered, with the exception of the longest of his locks. And because he is not allowed to wear the similarly colored shirt given to him, per instruction of the clothingnapper, E’rro has tied the garment around his waist as if he had simply gotten too hot and shrugged it off. Instead, he wears a dark brown, leather vest that cuts off right above the start of his abdomen. Four dull bronze button pairs keep the front of the vest secure with small straps strung between them. Moderately tight, brown pants (the same color as his vest) tie off slightly above the middle of his calfs. Under normal circumstances, the leg hems would fall slightly past his ankles but his foot wear will not allow him to with out looking odd. Beige sandals are attached to his feet and their leather straps ascend in a criss-cross pattern up his legs until they reach mid-calf. They are tied off so that the pants slightly over lap the sandals, and the excess fabric from the pants gather. Oh and lets not forget that 'do I really have to do this' frown he’s wearing.
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Lot 3: Ae'on
Next up is Ae’on, Journeyman Healer and recently Impressed blueweyrling. You can thank that bratty, annoying, sharding Sfelyth for getting him here. No crazy people, please.
Ae’on…seems to be hiding in his outfit. Or is he just making an attempt at being a sexy cloaked man? Hard to tell. He’s wearing a simple medium gray long shirt and dark brown pants. Well cared for but definitely well used black boots also add to the look of a traveller. Black gloves hide his hands from sight. Indeed, the only skin actually visible is his face below his eyes because Ae’on is wearing a black cloak with the hood up. The only thing that marks him as himself besides his introduction are four bangles, two on each wrist, the bright silver standing out against his outfit.
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Lot 4: A'emi
‘And now, for your entertainment, the only male greenrider awesome enough to be considered worthy of your attentions and intentions, however devious they may be…’
‘Elaborate’ is probably the best word when it comes to the greenrider’s costume. Metal gleams brightly from both shoulders, what would be armor had it covered more skin. It’s little more than costume jewelry as it is, studded at the edges with what appear to be sapphires. Underneath the mockery of armor is a clear blue cape, hemmed in gold; one side flows in a ribbon to curl around his arm, the other an actual sleeve that ends in a tight metal bracelet at his wrist, the back draping just past the shoulder blades. The ‘cape’ is linked at the front of the greenrider’s throat by a single stone latch that matches the stones on the armor.
Said armor happens to be attached to the greenrider’s pants via leather straps. Thin and dyed blue, there are four: Two from either shoulder, one front and one back. They connect first to a small metal ring in the center of his chest and directly between his shoulder blades, half hidden by the cape, and then again at his sides, before finally hooking to his pants, a kind of harness that allows a place for a blade to be sheathed. The pants in question are blue to match the sapphires, and also happen to be…leather. Yes, leather pants, what of it?
Lot 5: M'kai and Cr'oph
Do you like your men gentle, or dangerous? Outgoing, or mysterious? Tall, dark, and handsome or just plain tall and handsome? Well, ladies, start your engines, because the next item up for bid is a little of both, and so much more. Are you looking for a stud who will serenade you as you soar amongst the stars aboard a dragon he trained from birth? Of course you are. How about a man who will feed you a bubbly pie he baked you in a kitchen he built with his own hands? These men can. Men, you ask? Absolutely. Their turn-ons are wit, soft hair, and long walks on the beach, and they have no turn-offs. They are far too manly for that, ladies. So break out your wallets and bid as if your life depended on it - with M'kai and Cr'oph on the block, it just might.
Avenging angel of darkness? Maybe. The tall bronze rider’s shoulder length hair is styled into soft waves and falls to rest just above his shoulders. His eyes rimmed perfectly with dark black kohl and peer out at the audience with indifference. A black silk button up shirt covers his front. Over this rests a black overcoat. Paired dark bracelets of black leather wind around his wrists. The only splash of color comes in the form of a blood red tie that remains unfastened but draped loosely around his neck. This pants and belt are similar in color, dark black. Even his boots are black and polished to a shine. All in all he forms a very daunting figure.
Guardian angel of light? Certainly. The tall bluerider’s hair for once remains unfettered cascading down to midback. His blue grey eyes unlike his twin’s are unlined and seem to sparkle with repressed mirth. A white silk shirt covers his front, paired with a overcoat of a similar white with golden accents. About his wrists are leather bracelets colored in soft white. A golden tie remains loosely draped about his neck. His pants however are a darker blue which are paired with black boots which have been polished to a veritable shine. All and all he forms the perfect contrast to the darkness at his left.
Lot 6: S'rei
This next needs no introduction (but lucky you, we'll bore you with one anyway.) Selenitas born and bred, pushing forty but still going strong, the Weyrleader. And for one day he could be yours to order about however you please.
Not only has the tall bronzerider been convinced by certain factions to come to the auction platform in a toga, he's pulled out all the stops. Over a light, sleeveless cotton tunic, a cloak that is actually four cloaks sewn together to reach about twenty feet in length has been wound about him, the end draped over one arm. Along the far hem, the off-white cloaks have been died purple. His sandals have been modified with leather thongs to lace up to his knees, and though there wasn't any laurel to be found, he's taken a few vines and woven them together, placing it at a jaunty angle on his head. A wide, black leather belt has been added with a sheath for a short sword...a short wooden play sword.
Lot 7: K'sel
Some may call it a curse, that unadulterated manliness that just oozes off of next man for auction, but for the lucky lady who snags this beast they will know it as a blessing. Raised by wild, rabid, canines after his parents were lost in a freak grain harvesting accident, our Selenitas native here has both a soft and tender heart and an animal magnetism that will have you coming back for more. Pick K'sel, and tear it up tiger!
Maybe he isn't flashy, maybe he wasn't wearing a costume, fitted in a dress, left in a toga, or brandishing a loincloth, but his shirt was cut just that much lower, and his pants worn just that much tighter. This was no accident, for the brownrider is not, nor would never try to sell himself to be something he wasn't. The biggest of differences are actually in the most minute details: boots instead of loafers, black hair brushed into something more appropriate than a derelict coif, pants are worn snugly instead of slouchy (gotta show off that...er those assets somehow), but most importantly he had somehow been convinced - begrudgingly - that he should forgo his favorite plaid materials and opt for a more sateen type of shirt, perilously unbuttoned past mid chest and embellished subtly with a simple, linear, floral design. But as typical with K'sel it is a dichotomy he is aiming for, and in clear rebellion against the meddling women in his life he has let his scruff go and plainly the dark shadows and prickly patches can be seen on his chin.
He is after all, with his easy swagger and his cheeky snarl, trying to harness all of his ingrained kavorka - that is his lure of the animal, the unexplainable wild essence that anyone who has seen K'sel howl or bark, knows he has - and at all cost avoid looking like any sort of pretty boy. Shards no, despite bits of well calculated flair he will always err on the side of what is masculine and rough. When he steps on stage and gives that trademark glare of his and even slowly does a twirl, growl, and paw at the air with his hand-claws, all the ladies will know whats up.
Lot 8: J'ash
You may think this woman to be the prettiest thing you ever did see, but watch out – your eyes deceive you. Is she a Greenrider with blue, or is he a Bluerider with green? Only one way to find out – take a trip downstairs~
With shiny blond hair loose and flowing over delicate shoulders, this woman is dressed in a very intricate renaissance-like red-and-white dress that comes complete with the poofy bottom (which hides her narrow hips), flowy sleeves, and a corset. The dress flows down to hide her feet, which wear simple yet matching shoes (not that it really matters anyway – they won’t be seen). It’s like the designer of the dress went crazy with red ribbons, as they are everywhere on it: one on each sleeve, four down each side of the dark red “overcoat”, several near the rippled bottom of the dress, a bigger one at the top of the corset – there’s even one in her hair, as if all of that wasn’t enough on its own. The corset is so tight that it makes it difficult for her to breathe - it seems to compress this person’s already thin frame into something almost every girl dreams of having. Any type of facial blemish or scar that she may have had beforehand is now invisible due to the makeup that was expertly applied to her face; eyeliner makes her eyes catty and seductive, while red eye shadow gives those silver eyes a dangerous edge. Her lips are painted red and are glossy because of some kind of plant extract applied to them.
Yes, this woman is extremely beautiful. Except it’s not a woman. It’s a man. It’s J’ash.
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