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I'm one of those "details and implications" guys.
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- One post per week
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- I work swing shift, schedule changes daily.
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- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Medieval Fantasy. Or pirates. Pirates are always good. When it comes to reading, however, a good steampunk is always great. Above all, however, I would definitely have to say my favorite is Dark Fantasy.
[fieldbox="S'Kar and Victoria, green"]S'Kar listened as the half elf spoke to his ridiculous childrens story, He may have bore the mark of a kindred, but he was still a half elf, the blood of the self proclaimed high and mighty race still flowed through his veins and S'Kar had no reason to believe being raised by kindred would change anything. "Come, Victoria," Skar said, "We're leaving." Before the elf had suggested for everyone to leave the church. "As for you, Heverkiir, don't call us again, we cannot be summoned like dogs." Victoria complied with S'Kar silently, she didn't have much to say that S'Kar wouldn't say himself. S'Kar did not like the idea of working with the others here, they were all of races he disliked with the exception of three of them, but that wasn't enough of a ratio for him to start to care. As long as he kept Victoria safe he was doing his duty.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox=Belyavor Orminai, turquoise, solid]Although it defied all logic, Belyavor decided to follow this person, what he really wanted was sleep. His eyes felt heavy and he carried his legs as though they were iron, dragging them out of exhaustion. The stars shimmered brightly in the sky, the moon was only at half but still managed to light up the sky in a wonderful shade of dark blue. The sky truly was a beautiful sight to behold, but his gaze was cut short as they arrived at Hevekiirs home.
Listening intently, Heverkiir made Belyavors blood boil. The monsters hadn't been seen since Roth came to power? What a child! He wanted to unsheath his sword from the scabbard on his back and put it to his throat for saying such a thing, but instead he merely clenched his fist. "Don't be such a fool! You are a child to this world, you think those monsters have yet to be seen? It's because people like me, people like my father, keep them behind! My father gave his life protecting these people, don't you dare tell me he died to nothing! Lord Roth does help, but he doesn't help with the smaller attacks, it may only seem that there are no attacks but that is because the city has built defenses. I have had comrades die and their flesh devoured, Just because you are young and have not seen it does not mean it doesn't exist!" He hadn't even realized that as he was ranting his steps brought him closer to Heverkiir until the two were mere inches away, Belyavor breathing heavily with rage and his eyes filling with disgust. The walls kept the smaller enemies out, the guards kept the bigger enemies at bay, and Lord Tyrant Roth destroyed anything that got by, Belyavor had seen it all himself.
Stepping back, the idea of apologizing for his outburst came to his head, but he chose not to, this boy hadn't earned any apology, let alone any respect just yet. Instead, he simply took a deep breath and unclenched his fist. Turning his attention to the younger dragoon, a mere child, she had a point. "Little girl," Belyavor spoke, now much more calm, "It would be wise for you to stay with your parents. I will be heading home as well." If she had parents then they must have been truly worried about her right now, he knew his mother was probably worried sick about him. The idea of leaving came across his mind, so far he did not like the half elf.[/fieldbox][fieldbox=Var Atr, orange, solid]Var watched as Belyavors temper had been shown, almost like a Dragoon in fury. When Belyavor gets mad, stopping him is near impossible, so Var knew only to wait until Belyavor had calmed himself. In the heat of the moment, Belyavor had fought people over an argument, usually over insults. The fact that he hadn't assaulted anyone today made Var relieved. "Lord Orminai, your mother must be worried. Let us hear more before we return," Var spoke, with any luck calming Belyavors nerves. He was tired and angry, which would no doubt lead to poor decision making like it had in the past.
Vars glow dimmed as he relaxed, though when he relaxed it was more of a social obligation, he felt no fatigue just like other Espers. "Lord Seo, as of now I have no reason to trust the words you speak, but I will heed your story. Is there any more we must know before we leave? Lord Orminai does not wish to stay here and as he is my friend I shall follow him."[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox=Belyavor Orminai, turquoise, solid]Although it defied all logic, Belyavor decided to follow this person, what he really wanted was sleep. His eyes felt heavy and he carried his legs as though they were iron, dragging them out of exhaustion. The stars shimmered brightly in the sky, the moon was only at half but still managed to light up the sky in a wonderful shade of dark blue. The sky truly was a beautiful sight to behold, but his gaze was cut short as they arrived at Hevekiirs home.
Listening intently, Heverkiir made Belyavors blood boil. The monsters hadn't been seen since Roth came to power? What a child! He wanted to unsheath his sword from the scabbard on his back and put it to his throat for saying such a thing, but instead he merely clenched his fist. "Don't be such a fool! You are a child to this world, you think those monsters have yet to be seen? It's because people like me, people like my father, keep them behind! My father gave his life protecting these people, don't you dare tell me he died to nothing! Lord Roth does help, but he doesn't help with the smaller attacks, it may only seem that there are no attacks but that is because the city has built defenses. I have had comrades die and their flesh devoured, Just because you are young and have not seen it does not mean it doesn't exist!" He hadn't even realized that as he was ranting his steps brought him closer to Heverkiir until the two were mere inches away, Belyavor breathing heavily with rage and his eyes filling with disgust. The walls kept the smaller enemies out, the guards kept the bigger enemies at bay, and Lord Tyrant Roth destroyed anything that got by, Belyavor had seen it all himself.
Stepping back, the idea of apologizing for his outburst came to his head, but he chose not to, this boy hadn't earned any apology, let alone any respect just yet. Instead, he simply took a deep breath and unclenched his fist. Turning his attention to the younger dragoon, a mere child, she had a point. "Little girl," Belyavor spoke, now much more calm, "It would be wise for you to stay with your parents. I will be heading home as well." If she had parents then they must have been truly worried about her right now, he knew his mother was probably worried sick about him. The idea of leaving came across his mind, so far he did not like the half elf.[/fieldbox][fieldbox=Var Atr, orange, solid]Var watched as Belyavors temper had been shown, almost like a Dragoon in fury. When Belyavor gets mad, stopping him is near impossible, so Var knew only to wait until Belyavor had calmed himself. In the heat of the moment, Belyavor had fought people over an argument, usually over insults. The fact that he hadn't assaulted anyone today made Var relieved. "Lord Orminai, your mother must be worried. Let us hear more before we return," Var spoke, with any luck calming Belyavors nerves. He was tired and angry, which would no doubt lead to poor decision making like it had in the past.
Vars glow dimmed as he relaxed, though when he relaxed it was more of a social obligation, he felt no fatigue just like other Espers. "Lord Seo, as of now I have no reason to trust the words you speak, but I will heed your story. Is there any more we must know before we leave? Lord Orminai does not wish to stay here and as he is my friend I shall follow him."[/fieldbox]
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