[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Bastion, Bobi, Arya [@PapaOso], [@tracxyx], [@Potter] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Menzai [@samreaper] [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 5 [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b] [hr] [color=30A4D9]“You move very well.”[/color] Wendel briefly raised an eyebrow at Bastion's odd compliment to the barkeep before considering that it could be appropriate for Warforged to say such things to one another. Besides that, Bastion did not seem to have a lecherous bolt in his body and couldn't have meant any harm. If he did in fact say something in poor taste, Wendel was sure he could help Bastion when it came to social interactions, at least for the short time they’d have together. [Color=silver]“Is it your first time at a b-”[/color] Wendel was interrupted by the startling sight of a flying red-bearded gnome of all things crashing into Gear’s breastplate. [Color=silver]“My…”[/color] Wendel had thought he had seen it all, and was damned proud of that fact too but now he found himself staring down at the gnome with his mouth slightly agape. The gnome was as strange as his entrance as he now smoothly posed himself against the bar while attempting to flirt with the same person he crashed into. All the while, something appeared to be writhing beneath his clothes. [Color=silver]“I don't want to assume, gnome, but you're not-”[/color] Again, Wendel was interrupted. This time it was from the eagle mounted on the cloaked woman, pecking at her skull. With his eyes now shot open, Wendel balled a fist, prepared to clock the eagle hard enough to be considered a new exclusive item on the dinner menu. He’d pluck the feathers off at himself. Luckily, he noticed the young woman speaking back to the eagle rather than screaming bloody murder that the creature was attempting to publicly scalp her. The timing was too narrow for comfort. With a tired sigh, Wendel lowered his fist and shook his head, disappointed in how impulsively he had nearly been. He almost broke two of the rules as well. [Color=white][I]No fighting… No making a butt out of yourself… [B]No drinking[/b]…[/I][/color] For once, he felt like he was one of the problem children of the ‘crew’. [Color=silver]“Whew…”[/color] Wendel almost voiced what he had intended to do but kept it to himself so as to not cause any unnecessary panic… or ‘make a butt of himself.’ And though the brief moment of chaos failed to compromise him, it gave him even more reason for needing that mead he’d been patiently waiting for. He turned to look back at the eagle but his eyes fixed upon the cloaked woman who no longer wore the hood that hid her most prominent features: skin resembling the starry night sky that one would only see far from the busy cities and towns, ebony-hued curved horns that were a mark of her fiendish bloodline, stark white wavy hair tied into a single braid hanging down past her shoulder, and last but surely not least, her kind sky blue eyes. Their hue contrasted with her complexion in what they resembled rather than their actual difference in color. But where Wendel identified beauty, another saw something more vile. [color=DB7B38]”Tiefling filth!”[/color] Wendel turned from the bar to lock eyes with the one who said such a heinous thing. There was a rare fire building up within but the purple-haired shifter reacted faster. A fitting thing as Wendel was no longer the proud and rambunctious fellow he had been in his youth. He had a different role to fill these days. Turning to face the bar, he looked at the Tiefling from the corners of his eyes. For a second he was afraid of what his comfort might produce from the stranger but that quickly washed away in knowing he'd rather do something good at the expense of making himself vulnerable to however she chose to react. [Color=silver]“There’s no use in you acknowledging that type of talk, lass. Filth? He's a blind fool, that one. [B]Beauty[/b] is what I see… That Dragonborn is fortunate that he didn't say such a thing to the Tiefling companion I know.”[/color] A light chuckle escaped him. [Color=silver]“Ah, Vrexen… he would have made quite the scene, that one… My name's Wendel by the way.”[/color] He spoke not only to Arya but Stella as well when introducing himself. [/Color]