"Boreas is his name. But I call him Bo for short-" he cleared his throat here, shifting his tone to a more measured one, "but the pleasure is all mine. I've never met a Cleric before."
"Yes, well, Just because I am a Cleric, don't make it your mission to have me stitch up every little cut you endure out on the battlefield... You do not know how much I absolutely despise soldiers who simply believe I exist just to heal up their wounds... So I leave the reckless ones to bleed out. Doesn't matter how much they weep and cry for their mummies, if you purposely get yourself shanked straight through the chest just because you believe the Magic Mage May Majestically Mend your Marrow, I am literally going to just act like you never existed, walk away, and go heal someone who isn't yelling at the top of his lungs mind numbing obscenities and begs the enemy to piss all over them...!
Adrial coughed and fixed the glasses on his face, retaining his composure by letting his arms droop to his side and return to their folded position after he had ranted, gazing with a slight friendly smile toward the shorter elf, not knowing how wrong he would be about his next sentence...
"Oh but i'm sure we won't have that type of relationship, i'm sure you're a very careful man who's smart, tactful and quick to action who won't give me a headache... I'm sure I'l look forward to fighting alongside you! And yes, I am also able to fight, I'm not a defenseless little maiden from some love struck novella...!"
Adrial watched the Beast Tamer a little further before the short elf spoke up again.
"Those are your feathers? I don't mean to be rude- but I've never met an elf with feathers."
Ofcourse he hasn't, Adrial thought to himself, he's a rare breed of elf, and quite a special one at that, though the fact the Tamer noticed and was curious in who he was made the Cleric chuckle gently, his smile brightening more so than he assumed, he was staring to like this man.
"Oh there's no need to think your being rude, I'm more than welcome in answering any questions you see fit to ask me! Yes, i'm what's called an Elvinian. We're a special type of elf, with strong white magic and even have the ability to use white magic in a defensive and offensive form. Though we do have our weaknesses, as does everyone, but i'm very versatile on the field. Sometimes people stare and gawk at them, and it's to be expected, it's like seeing a dragon walk through a street or spotting a pink crocodile...! Albeit slightly less odd, i'd imagine...!"
VELTIS ARUNDA
With quick and fast paced steps, the greatbow wielding human ran as fast as he could through the busy streets of the beautiful city of Maplestead, with agile quickness he zipped and dodged incoming civilians on his way towards the town square, it wasn't until just a few minutes ago after arriving in the glorious and elegant city that he found a note detailing the sign up for a quest that was not only paying handsomely, but was also helping eliminate some of the monsters which had been attacking the populace, and with the money, he could simply give it to those affected by the monster attacks, it was as good as plan as any. The young, flamboyant human male speaking with a hurried tone the quicker he evaded each person he ran past.
"Excuse me! My apologies, ma'am! So sorry, sir, Just a second, my friend...!"
Eventually the male was able to curve past the civilians in his was with his slim figure and reach the bustling and loud town square, his peculiar eyes met the gaze of a plethora of races, warriors wizards and others, a smile rested on his smooth face once met with the meeting of many.
"My word... What a collective of individuals! All taking the same job? I hope these people are doing this for the well being of others... Though that may not be the case for many... No matter, it benefits those who must work in the fields, so it shall bother me, not...! I'm just glad I made it in time!"
Veltis, again, ran and quickly approached the desk where the woman was seated, awaiting his turn in line politely and without pushing on ahead, it taking several minutes for him to get to the table, taking the quill in his hand politely, he took a slightly feminine pose and laid gently against the table with his thighs, one foot crossed over the other and proceeded to write in an elegant and neat fashion.
Name: Veltis Arunda Hometown: Byron Class: Archer Weapon and specialty: Greatbow and Precision.
Once done, Veltis politely handed the parchment back and sat the quill inside before leaning off the table and giving a polite and elegant bow, turning away and heading toward where everyone else was, he looked around, hoping to find someone who he could talk to, putting a hand to his chin to think.
"Hmm... I wonder if there's anyone here I could communicate with who could assist in this quest...!"
As he gazed around, he immediately took notice of @Uruvion Vance and the peculiar glow around him and smiled politely, deciding to approach the man, The greatbow user bowed at him and spoke.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir! Are you perchance partaking in this quest as well? You seem rather strong! I also couldn't help notice the glow around you... What is that? if you don't mind me asking, of course! It's a rather beautiful light... magic perhaps?"
@Happy Go Lucky Hey quick question before I reply- is Adrial's race common? Like would Jere have bumped into a lot of his kind or are they scarce in the world?
They're pretty Scarce, gives him a little bit of intrigue to his character, thanks for asking! XP
Oswald continued to blindly swing along with his demon and cut down a great group of the zombies before panting, noticing his Macca was increasing with every kill he managed, he didn't exactly pay attention to it all, and simply relished in being soaked in the sickening blood of these deceased monsters. Unfortunately after a minute he grew tired, not of stamina but enjoyment, scratching his ear with his knife, which slowly cut through the skin and made it trickle with a slight tinge of blood.
"These zombies don't entertain me... What a fucking bore! Seriously, where's the fun in killing your opponent if they don't SATISFY you?!"
Oswald then heard Daisuke speak, deciding to cock his head in an abnormal angle to listen to what the little boy had to say...
"Hey, smash the cells under the portals!" he shouted to the people near him. "It'll stop the number of enemies from growing any larger!"
Smash the cellphones you say? That's all? Very well... If that's our game, that's our game... These weaklings were boring me ANYWAY! JACK THE RIPPER, LETS DANCE!
Oswald and jack bolted into a run and cackled in unison, dancing and dodging their opponents in a flurry of swings and dodges, that barely escape the hordes grasp, it wasn't skill it was sheerly blind luck he could dodge the strikes, the mad killer slicing down and recovering a few more Macca with each kill before reaching one of the portals and stomping onto it with his heavy boot, crushing it and obliterating one of the portals. He stared back he noticed the horde blocking the others direction toward the portals and sighed, smiling eerily as he ran behind the horde and attacked their legs, cutting past a few of the zombies to help them build a clear route toward the portal cellphones, laughing with glee as he stabbed and slashed and with each slice he called out.
"Slash, stab, stab, stabby, slashy slashy, MAIM!"
Oswald panted and wheezed as he returned to the group, having cleared some of the path for them before falling onto his knees in fatigue, and falling onto his back, his stamina having been drained from his maddening slashing spree.
"Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~"
@Happy Go Lucky Nice post. I like Adrial, his no-nonsense attitude is great!
Thanks for the compliment! That actually made me feel happy! And yeah, he does take no nonsense XD Stern and direct, but he isn't a snobby arrogant douche, He may be a noble, and likes it, but he hates arrogant, noble scumbags who just spit on everyone. So he's a likeable guy... if you're not a total idiot who rushes in and gets hit for no reason XD
I think it would be better if you waited, Snarl, that seems like a great place to introduce him and would further benefit his character and our interactions with him.
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.
"Honestly..." 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.
"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."
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. As if this was for the benefit of Maplestead, perhaps its potentially greedy rulers, but the land? Such lies make me puke... 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 Jere Locklear 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.
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.
"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...?
Arty Fox