Adrial calmly stood next to the gates that lead to the royal sector and frowned, this was taking too long, Why does he have to wait for these stuck up, selfish simpletons when he can just announce what he can do there and then, folding his arms crossly, he carefully examined each and every potential recruit who had a special glare to them, ignoring all the meat shields that would no doubt just feed the monsters hungers with little to no effort, until he eventually spotted a particular man, alongside a massive beast. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively and carefully analysed its appearance, and the muscles it maintained. But before he could think any further, the sound of myriad trumpets blasting in unison caused him to immediately stand in attentiveness, deciding not to wait at the gate no longer, he grumbled and moved back toward the flock of potentially dead recruits, stood close to them and plugged his nose slightly, ignoring some of their scent.

[b]"Honestly..." [/b]He murmured, as he held back his distaste of the unhygienic surroundings, letting the mindless officials walked forward like obedient little puppets, Adrial knew their type, husks in human form, they couldn't even be called alive... Sickening, along with their pet younglings obediently following their mindless example. Adrial forced to listen to their opening speech.

[i]"All those in attendence who wish to take up arms against these horrendous and malevolent evils are called forth by the Queen all Mighty above all Stars to sign up. Pledge thyself to Maplestead in this task and carry it out with full intent to bring peace to our lands and calm to the minds of its people."
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Adrial turned his head and grimaced, rolling his eyes in utter discontent, forced to listen to what he could only describe as droll, uninteresting and pure obvious lies. He hated these worthless cowardly types, but he had no choice but to accept the mission... Even if he knew it would only hurt the realm. [b]As if this was for the benefit of Maplestead, perhaps its potentially greedy rulers, but the land? Such lies make me puke...[/b] He thought to himself once more, before awaiting his turn to sign the sign up sheet, and when he was ready, he slowly approached the table and folded his arms.

Woman: Sign h-

Hackis snatched a sign up sheet out of her hand surprisingly fast and flicked the quill pen from out of its quill and immediately and silently wrote down the details of who he was, scowling all the while.

Name: Sir Hacul Alludin
Home town: Carnis
Class: Cleric
Weapon and magic specialty: White magic. 

He didn't write down his true identy obviously to keep both his home town and himself out of the mind of these droll papers, he couldn't stand the possibility of being recorded by such boring louts, before he slapped the paper back down and walked away, noticing the Beast Tamer [b]Jere Locklear [/b] and his pet close by, he proceeded to walk over to him and fold his arms, staring at his beast with curiosity before speaking up, having a slightly deep and intellectual noble like accent. 

[hider= Race, Clothing and appearance]

Race appearance: 

Elvinian: This subspecies of elf support the same age, lifespan and shape of regular elves but possess a set of white like bird feathers along their elbows, chest and feet, along with tiny white feathered wings on their back. 

Appearance: 

Supporting a tall 6 foot 2 inch tall physique with slightly pale caucasian skin and emerald green eyes, adrial possesses a set of short black hair and a set of transparent glasses. He has a fairly thin yet athletic build for a cleric, healthy in every way and Supports a line of muscles along his stomach.

Clothing Style:

Adrial wears a long, shin lengthed white and golden trimmed leather robe, a mythril chestplate and underneath it a sleeveless white velvet tailcoat trimmed gold. He wears a glistening red belt on his waist, a set of white leggings and gold coloured steel boots. He also wears a satchel along his side, containing his spellcasting grimoire. 

When he wanders about normally, he wears his other clothing except without the steel chestplate and boots, wearing white noble shoes instead.[/hider]

[b]"You fight alongside this creature? ... And without injury it seems you take care of him or her quite specially... Which means you must be careful. I happen to get along well with people who don't blindly rush on ahead and send themselves into a flurry of arrows...! Pardon my interruption, the name is Lord Adrial Hackis, I'm a Cleric, and a apprentice scholar. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir...? [/b]