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[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

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There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Azren had gotten tons of sleep the past week. He had traded a finely crafted piece of jewelry he had made several months ago in place for a room in the inn and food. Very tasteless, terrible food. While many others might have been able to survive off of such things, a loaf of hard rye bread and dried fish, Azren was not one of them. Then again, it could have been perfectly fine, he wouldn't have known. With a different sense of taste than most, of course food would taste bad.

He had spent nearly all of the time lazing about, sleeping, and eating. Its not that he needed the rest or was sick or anything, he just needed time to think. And silence. But the walls, he found, were too thin to allow him the silence he so desperately wished for. No matter what he did, the sound of the roaring sea filled his ears as if he was sitting in the middle of the open water by himself while it stormed. He could almost feel the cool, refreshing chill of the salty water against his skin. A familiar sensation that appeared often, especially when he chose to lock himself indoors.

Grudgingly Azren pushed himself out of the chair that was in the far corner of his room, deciding it was time he made his way to the dock. Other than his somewhat small bag, he had no other possessions to take with him. And even in the bag, it was mostly just filled with some rather pretty uncut gems and wiring and the such to make them into jewelry. He did have a spare change of cloths, too. But... that was it. He didn't need more than necessary, its what always confused him about most people. Why did they always want more than was necessary? Shrugging the thought off, he quickly slipped on his boots before exiting the inn in utter silence.

It didn't take long to get to the dock, maybe a full ten minutes because he walked a bit slower than he had planned. By the time he arrived though, there were already quite a few people there, and it seems he was just in time too. A man dressed as a noble stood before them and asked for introductions. Azren eyed the man over for a couple of moments before listening to a couple of others introduce themselves, his grey-blue eyed gaze narrows ever so slightly before be speaks up.

"Azren Dwillen." Though that is all he says, quickly adverting his gaze towards the water. Something he seemed much more interested in rather than the people.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Im up for it.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

The only reply Bel makes to Harp is a low, rumbling growl. Just barely loud enough to reach the angel's ears. His emerald green eyes stared intently onto the large screen as the images started to flicker. He barely noticed the others hand on top of his own, but unconsciously he turned his own, just enough to grip onto the angel's lightly. There was still a rather dull throbbing in his chest, but the more he focused on the screen, the less evident it became.

While his eyes watched images flash across the screen, he wasn't focused on it at all any longer as his thoughts started to trail off back towards Harp. Since when did little, wingless angels become such a problem? His thoughts had not been this scattered since he had become corrupted, or well, as he had liked to put it. Is it really 'corruption' if it is done willingly? Mentally shrugging off those thoughts, he suddenly leans back in his seat, pulling his feet down off of the back of the chair in front of them. He brings his free hand up to cover over his eyes, gripping onto Harp's hand tightly suddenly. Its not that he was tired, at least not physically. Mentally he felt the strain of this magic, more than anything.

"If you get scared or need something," Bel states, "Just say so. Don't ignore your instincts if you sense something wrong." He says that before finally closing his eyes, arm still draped over his face.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Azren

Name: Azren Dwillen
True Name: Dreailazan
Age: Unknown, Appears to be in his early twenties.
Species: Dragon

Personality: Azren is generally a friendly and easy going fellow that just about everyone can get along with. He is not one to start a fight, more-often he is the one to step in to stop one. He appears to be rather fond of having someone to talk with, or just someone to follow around, he can be rather doting if people let him. He might appear easy to manipulate, but he is far from stupid enough to allow himself to be controlled in such a way by another, especially a lower creature. Like most creatures of high intellect, looking from the outside in, he gets bored rather easily. Azren being bored is often a bad thing, as it leads to all sorts of pranks being pulled and unwarranted aggression. There is little he actually cares for and does not seem to mind crushing people if they happen to get in his way when he finds something interesting, as 'humans are disposable'.

Looks: Human Dragon

History: To be found out in RP.

Where they lived: He lived in Ilitin for a short while, but that is about all anyone has ever been able to get out of him. Never stated if he had much money or not, but judging by his usual clothing, poor.

Skills: Diving/Swimming, Gem-crafting, Navigation.

Reasons for joining the crew: "The means to an end, pure and simple."

Extra details: His right leg and arm both have long, deep red gash marks covering them. Almost looks like something tried to take a bite out of him and he barely got away. He does have a bit of a limp that can be noticed after a bit of running, some of the function in his right arm is also limited it seems. His fingers and toes are somewhat webbed more than a common humans, but not to the point it is noticeable unless someone takes a close inspection. But aside from that, there are no other notable scars or blemishes upon his skin.

Mmm. D: I hope its alright.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Possible reservation on the dragon? I can get a post up later tonight.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Cyder rolls the apple between his two hands, lightly tapping his sharp nails against its seemingly delicate red surface. He merely watched the man as he spoke out his idea, watched while a few others spoke up against him. It was interesting to say the least, his attention had been drawn, though it turned more towards the splattered blood that had hit his black hood. Not that it was there for long, anyhow. The hood seemed to absorb the red liquid without any problems, leaving the hood to look as if it had never even been touched with anything.

"We...?" He mutters quietly as he finally stops rolling the apple between his two hands. He would suddenly shove the apple into one of his overly long sleeves, causing it to seemingly vanish. He narrows his gaze towards John, someone he had seen here the few times he was here. Whatever bit of joy he had just a few moments ago had already died and gone, an utterly serious look upon his pale white features as he considers his next words. There were several in the bar whom had already spoken out against the fellow, sadly, Cyder would not be one of them. His red eyed gaze quickly moves back towards the man who had spoken out about this idea of genocide.

"I like this plan of yours. It seems fun, at least. I've just a question to ask you, though. Slaves? While I am fond of the souls of my 'brethren', they are not particularly to my liking." Cyder says this, even doing the quotation marks with his hands while he spoke the word 'brethren', referring to the magically inclined and the alike.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

Alrighty then. I'll try getting a post up sometime here in the next few hours before my internet cuts out.

The Abandoned Bar the Creation of Order

I've been waiting for Amaralyn to get a post up.

[Skybreaker] Déchu Etoile [Marshal]

No worries. :)