Herzius slowly wakes, though his eyes stay closed as he lets out a snore of sorts, letting it grow a bit loud and drag as he observes the entirety of the room. Accepting that he is alone, his eyes open slowly and he sits up, his tight muscular midsection flexing into a beautiful display of his physique before growing relaxed and looking slightly like fat as he leans forward, the muscles bulging outward as if it were indeed fat. Though his muscular arms and chest are still looking well toned. He learned long ago that no matter how hard he tried, his midsection always looked like fat when he was sitting, though if he sat up straight rather than leaned forward and attempted to flex rather than just sat relaxed, it'd return to his normal, muscled look, when he was younger he was actually embarrassed to be seen sitting down shirtless, but now, now it was fine, he had grown much more content with himself throughout his years of living.
He stays relaxed for several minutes, just sitting there, content with resting himself before he stands up, remembering what it was he was supposed to do today. He had a date with the Queen. He humored this idea, knowing it to be false and understanding that rather than a date she was just being helpful, she was not likely to bond to him.He was indeed, just a brute, a brute with a history of killings and fighting, ravaging kingdoms and rebellions in his work as the general of his Queen's royal legions. He decides after a few moments of thinking that he should probably leave his current dwelling until nightfall, so that he could explore the kingdom, or the immediate areas of the kingdom around him at least.
He humored the thought as he dressed himself, having opened the trunk so that he may pull free some clothing. He pulls on a pair of black tinted breeches, of which go down to his calf before expanding slightly to take in his boots. Next are his socks, of which he wears for the simple reason of the boots were capable of cutting open his skin in blistering patterns if didn't wear them, the leather material wearing the skin away. He pulls on his boots, polished and black, stretching up to just under his knee. On the tip of his toe on the boot is a piece of silver, wrapped finely around the toe of the boot and then tapering off slightly about three inches in. Another tapering pattern extends from the back of his heel, pulling around and clinging tightly around his heel tightly. There is one final piece of silver, a set of wings on the top of hit foot, barely presented due to his breeches. In the center of the wings is a purple diamond shape, made of an amethyst stone. In his culture, the stone of amethyst was though to possess the ability of capturing souls and if one kept a stone with him during his battles, he would absorb the souls and grow stronger. Though he had gone through many different pairs of boots, he had never used different stones fro his boots, he was littered with similar stones when he entered combat, of which did various things to increase his combat abilities. He pulls on a pure white shirt, one of which clings tightly to his chest, going down his scarred arms and cuffing at his wrists, two purple sugillate stones serve as cufflinks, of which he buttons. The sugillate served as a way of understanding one better, it was said that if one used it at will, he could learn the nature of people with just a single touch, he however, had no such luck, though he did indeed learn people better, so maybe the stories were correct. The buttons of the white shirt are made of the same stones, he was absolutely covered in the things. Finally is his tunic, he pulls it onto him making sure it is placed well, letting it rest squarely on his large shoulders. The tunic, also purple is seamed with black edges, entwining with purple in intricate patterns. The collar of the tunic is shaped in a deep V pattern, showing off the white shirt and it's collar, of which is opened to proudly show his windguard, representing his race by showing off his non human qualities. He straps on two belts, one on his breeches and another on his tunic, the second one for show because the black, non intricate belt on his breeches is hidden underneath his tunic. The seen belt though is black, solidly refined until the buckle. At the ends of the belt are silver patterns, flecking intricately and tapering off like a leaves. The buckle is also silver, made finely in a standard manner, the belt however is stretched to the end, making it impossible for a stub to emerge.
He looks himself over and smiles a bit, enjoying his look of dress as he pulls on a set of purple gloves, looking them over for a few moments before setting them off to the side, deciding to reveal his bone spikes rather than cover them. He looks at his iron elbow spikes, wondering if she'd mind them. He was a walking weapon, though, he rarely realized such a thing at home, where there were so many others like him, though, not as large of course. He looks at his blade, the formal one of course and slowly attaches it to his hip, letting it be seen to all those who wish to see it and he fingers the pommel lightly, curious. He unstraps it and takes his real blade, realizing that it is much more in tune with his current garb, since his other blade has gold instead of silver. The sheathe of his blade is made of stone and iron, of which is polished brightly, likely to remove the blood that would cover it in battle. He walks to his mirror and fixes his hair, taking a special salve of sorts to decorate the tips of his hair, making them stick up slightly like before. When he is satisfied with his plumage he walks out of his room, his steps deliberate, and slow for him. His driver notices him and smiles, "Going out, my lord?" He questions and Herzius nods, "Yes, I have decided a slight stroll may be necessary." He comments, "So as to grow familiar with the kingdom's layout. I would hate to get lost in time of need." he states and the driver nods, seeming relaxed, "If you could, whilst I am gone, put my things away." He says, just as the door to the home closes. He walks around, attempting to waste away the remaining bit of light before meeting the Queen, he assumes he only has an hour or so to explore, maybe even less time, so he takes as much in as he can, making sure to observe the locals, his collarbone plating and windguard easily seen to all those who decide to look at him, of which would likely be many due to his size.
