Caesar walked done the road, staying in the shadows with his hair covered. He looked around before crossing the street, getting into his home safely. Once behind closed doors, he took off his cloth, revealing bright red hair. The hair that would get him killed one day. Caesar was a tall man, standing at a solid six foot, ad he was very fit. Though, no one cared how well of a soldier he would make. They all only cared about his hair. So, because of his mother, he would be stuck with this hair. This plague. No one would ever care for him... well, maybe the halflings would. They were just as hated, and they only had animal ears and tails. He sighed, getting rid of the thoughts and pulling th rags ack up his shoulder, trying to stay warm on the cool day. He walked to the fire place and started to make some soup for later. However, he found himself looking at his arms, and at the marks that had ben, literally, burned into his skin. All because of his red hair. (pic. reference: http://media.photobucket.com/image/r...h-1-1.jpg?o=74 ) "Sexy, you should wear this" Devyn held up a womans bikini and left a wide smile on Lace's face. Lace growled "If you wernt my brother I'd strangle you" he sighed and forced Devyn to place the bikini down. Why they were holding up langerie for the world to see made Lace the worst type of embarassment. He waited for Devyn to look at something else before he swayed out the shop and into the street. His eyes glanceing at everyone. Caesar didn't have th money to buy any new clothes, so he just continued to wear the same old rags, sewing the holes and such every time he could. Once he was done with that, though, he knew he needed to go out through the town and try and make it to the woods to collect lumber. He pulled his cloak back on, pulling the hood up after he wrapped the scarf around his hair. He made sure his arms were covered before walking out, keeping th hood over his face and head. Lace kept his eye on the back of where he was headed. He wasnt watchign where he was going only on where he needed to hide from Devyn. He kept walking hearing people mutter and call him names, until a solid object hit him and he heared a gasp and a painful thump. He staggered back and held onto one of the walls for support. He noticed Ceasar and bent down, holding out his hand "Are you okay...gosh I'm so sorry sir" Caesar gasped when he was run into, hitting the rocky ground with a thunk. He groaned, looking up. Royalty. The man had black hair. H gasped, backing away and getting to his feet. He pulled his hood up frantically, not wanting even the slightest bit of red hair showing. "I have to leave," he said simply, running away from the stranger. The man was royalty, so he had power. That power would hurt Caesar if they found out he had red hair. Lace stared for a whle, he wished he wasnt born with black hair, people would treat him differently if he was. He broke into a sprint after Caesar "Hey wait!" he called, sucking in air while he could, damn the kid was fast, probally practice from running away all his life, Lace didnt believe in the hair to show status. He didnt know what was so important about black hair, he didnt like his hair, every acted like he was a god and not a human. But he raced after the kid, he never said sorry Caesar looked back, picking up his speed. He looked back again the make sure he was far enough ahead, making sure the hood on his hoodie stayed up. His feet hurt a lot, since he wasn't wearing any shoes and the street was covered in broken glass and such things. He was just happy that he wasn't standing there for to long to get any bad cuts. Looking back once more, when he turned around he found himself having to stop quickly to keep from running into a car. He felt over backwards and groaned, trying to get back to his feet quickly. Lace caught up with him, and held his shoulder "please I wont hurt you" he helped him up and heaved for air. He made sure he was on his feet then lifted his head, hearing Devyn calling him name, he cursed and soon began to drag Caesar into an alley way and down the other side, he opened the door to a hotel and slipped Caesar inside and released him. Closing the door and moving the blinds so he could peek out "Good he's gone" he sighed. Caesar was ready to take his apology, then leave right away. He kept his head down so the large hoodie would cover his hair. "Wha- hey!" he shouted when he was dragged away, struggling against the mans grip. He was scared when he was pulled into the hotel room. "You... want do you want?" he asked, staying away many feet. Had his hair been seen? Did the man plan to kill him? Lace crleared his throat "I wanted to say sorry, me being royality doesnt mean i have to be rude, I bumped into you and i apologize deeply" Lace stepped closer and slapped the hood out from the boys head, seeing the bright red hair and smileing slightly "I was right" he muttered and redrew the hood over his hair "Im not going to hurt you, i promise" Caesar yelped when the hood was knocked off, his eyes widening. He pulled out a large blade, almost to quick to see anything but the glint of the blade, and held it the the mans throat. "How do I know you're not lying? People always say that, but you people are always liars," He claimed, backing out towards the door. His sleeve slide up his arm a little ways, enough to see a small section of his burn markings, which started at his wrist. "If i was lying I woudnt have said it to you" Lace said, sadly his smartass comments just came naturally, but it had a point "Other lie because they lack the accual genes for black hair...I believe its all dyed" Caesar still held firm, not wanting to get attacked. Having lived the way he did, always ridiculed by others, always treated like scum, always forgotten about and beaten... well, it was only natural he would be so cautious. "Then if you aren't going to do anything, I'm leaving," he said, grabbing the door handle and opening it from behind, never taking his eyes off Lace, and his hood remained covering his hair. "thats fine, let me leave first" Lace turned and stood out in the doorway "By the way, you have collected a lot of attention from the sun and your dehydrated, at about hmm" he looked at his watch from his wrist and thought "Two minutes....good day" he walked out and headed left Loki's eyes widened at how the man could have known it. ONce he had left, though, he went as well. Loki walked down to the road and kept his hood up. He just had to get home and he would be fine. Just had to get home. Soon, however, he started to feel dizzy. It was hard for him to stay healthy because of his rights in the country. Once he actually made it in front of his door, he didn't make it in. He collapsed from over heating.