Café de Nuit

"Really?" Kuzan feigned curiousity for the sake of stroking this man's ego. He raised his wineglass to his lips and took a sip. The presence of this Otto character was both a blessing and a curse to him. A blessing in that he wasn't alone with this arrogant 'theologian' that Kuzan was rapi...

The priest actually did wince slightly at the insinuation that he might deliberately spread disease to Andre in retribution for tonight's antics. He had considered it for a moment, but didn't actually intend to follow through on such thoughts. He might've replied except the two newcomers arrived. He...

Kuzan admirably held back both a wince and a sharp retort. He did, however, display a fair amount of disappointment on his features. The priest supposed he should've figured that the nobles, even self-styled nobles, would generally be a stuck up, snide bunch when faced with someone who might so much...

If Kuzan detected the venom in Andre's voice, he didn't show it. "It's all right," he said amiably, "My official work on this expedition is being the medic." The young priest paused to adjust his sash a bit. "My religious purpose on the trip is to see new sights," he ex...

"Oh! So if I need anything, I come to you?" Kuzan grinned, taking another drink of wine, and then setting his glass down to sample several of the odd Dementlieuse delicacies he'd collected from the buffet. "I took a turn or two as boatswain myself on some expeditions," the priest...

Kuzan watched patiently as Samael indulged his intimate knowledge of fine wines. It was all a lot of mumbo-jumbo to him, so the priest opted to quietly weather the storm. When the Borcan finished and asked his question, Kuzan replied easily. "Part of it's a pilgrimage," the priest explaine...

Kuzan's look for the party, cross-posted from the game thread. Will probably get colored eventually.

The foreign priest managed to collect a generous plate of food for himself while Samael disappeared to go visit the wine table. When the Borcan returned, Kuzan adjusted his sash and took the wine. "Thank you," he said in his peculiarly accented Mordentish, "Ajad is a sailor's patron. ...

Kuzan rolled 18.

Kuzan fidgeted just slightly. He fully expected the shocked gawks, curious stares, and derisive glares, but he didn't really expect anyone to try to talk to him. How was he supposed to respond? The clerics of his faith had very little interaction with foreigners unless those foreigners were somehow ...

Kuzan felt distinctly out of place. Sure, he'd combed his hair neatly and taken a very relaxing, long bath before coming to this pomp. But he stood out like a sore thumb. And how. His skin carried an olive tone, but unlike most attendees of the reception, Kuzan bore a deep tan from a life spent out ...

I'm working on something simple right now, so if you folks could send me your character portraits ( banditkingjing@gmail.com ), I would appreciate it! If you don't have one, no worries. Send me a description and we'll see what happens :) http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i238/kaitou-kage/lily.gif A ...

And so I reveal my weeaboo talent

Here's a portrait of Kuzan that I drew for the game:

Kuzan (Profile picture forthcoming.) A young priest of a small temple in Sri Raji, Kuzan is bright-eyed and outgoing. His hair is a shade or two lighter brown than the average Sri Rajian, his eyes are a peculiar gold, and his skin is deep olive, all signs that mark him as something other than a ful...