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Danyel
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Damian Ivorn
Interacting with: Nobody
The young lads morning started out like every other one, waltzing out of some neck of the woods though it was strange seeing him so early in the morning. Most people questioned why he lived in the forest and he would always reply with.
"It's very peaceful"
The night breeze, the starry night sky, crickets chirping. It made Damian feel as if he was back at home, it was the only kind of shelter he knew. He hated being inside of such a enclosed home, it made him feel like a bird locked in a cage. This was also his way of training. Maintaining a healthy relationship with nature is an important catalyst withj his magic. The better the relationship the easier it is to draw out the magic power embedded in the land.
He usually only came out around the afternoon but the loud ruckus from town seemed to drag the sloth out onto to his feet prematurly. It was quite funny how despite always being in nature, Damian is one of the more cleanlier people in Golem's hand. His skin always haw a nice healthy glow and he always had a nice smell of spearmint because of his proper use of herbs in hygiene.
As he walked into town all he heard about was the word "S-Class" being thrown around by everyone. Wasn't that just some fancy rank above A? He heard Delsin mention it a couple of times that it was a title bestowed only to mages are physically and mentally deserving. Who cares about some title though? Damian was pretty sure it was something he could live about. The only use he would have from it is just bragging to the ladies. Damian began day dreaming in his head a scenario where Alexandria would accept his date request because he had the title of S-Class. A dopey grin appearing on his face as he let out slight squeel.
"Hee-hee"
Just the thought of such an event possibly happening woke the boy up. Usually it takes him a while to be up and running like this. With all the thinking he had been doing, Damian had finally arrived at the Golem's Hand guild hall, as he opened the door everyone turned to see who had entered. Their faces smiling with intrigue as to why the lazy bum forest bum was up so early.
"Whatcha doing here so early huh?" one of the guild members snarled at him, Damian didn't make any eye contact with him simply sighing. They were lucky he was a really down to earth guy, no pun intended. The young lad just answered with a uninterested reply.
"I am curious as to what those chosen for the S-Class trials have to go through, so I decided to pay the guild a visit early so I dont miss anything."
"Sit tight, because with that attitude this is as far as you'll get. Watching the S-Class trials is one thing but experiencing it is another." They said heckling at the boy, Damian just kept walking over to his favorite bench before laying on the table trying to get comfortable. It was his favorite bench because the sunlight hit just nicely on his body keeping him nice and cozy.
"Besides this year is different, our guild and the Harpies are holding the trials together. Meaning it is easy pickens for us"
Damian got excited sitting up, "Really!" he finally had a good reason to be close to their guildmates without anyone getting mad. His face frowned shortly after. "That's too bad, I doubt Master Delsin selected me to partake in such a trial anyways" He said quickly laying back down and turning onto his side, the boy's body facing in the direction of the bar where he saw a familiar navy blue cloak. Kage must be back from her mission, this seemed to perk him up a little bit. He positioned his hand to getup in preperation to make way to welcome the mysterious girl back.
That is until he saw who was next to her, just staring his direction drained all desire. Surely the green haired fellow would just try and pick a fight with him if the two makes eye contact, even moreso if Damian walked over to the bar. He would just wait until Jack left, hopefully Kage wouldn't disappear by then. She rarely sat down for a meal at the guild hall so this was a good chance to get to know her a little bit more. Damien turned onto his back as he laid on the table, placing his hands behind his hands and staired at the ceiling as he awaited on who would be chosen for the trial or for the next goon to try and tease him.