Messiah examined the other players that he would soon be sharing a party with. He began to make a mental list of what he believed all of their physical capabilities were. First, he turned his eyes to the last one to speak, whom had said their name was Oswald. Kind of bland, but Yeshua wasn’t one to judge. Perhaps it was his real name. Or maybe he wished to be seen as ordinary. Whatever the case, the man’s name was trivial. Gauging by the way he joked and absently examined the sky, Messiah guessed that this was both his first time playing the game, and that he had the sort of personality Yeshua got along with quite well: the joking, carefree sort. Or perhaps he was just making a good impression. Judging by the lack of weapons on his person, and the ammunition pouch on his belt, Messiah guessed that he used some sort of small throwing weapons: Perhaps darts or knives, or something in that category. A rogue archetype, he supposed.

Next, the Hebrew’s eyes were turned upon the next to last person to speak, Mushi. He didn’t say too much, so it was hard for Yeshua to gauge his personality. He’d have to talk to him some more and get to know what kind of person he was. He had a cool name, though. Was it Chinese? He guessed that it might be and moved on with his scrutiny. He had what appeared to be a wand of some sort on his belt, so it was pretty safe for Messiah to assume he was a mage. Why did his hair cover one of his eyes?

Then there was Elik. There was no way Arryn Elik was his real name. But it was a name Messiah could appreciate: Unique, immersive to the environment, and short: a name to be remembered. The way he spoke made Messiah guess that he wasn’t very emotional, or he was at least pretty calm and chill at that particular moment. A cool headed guy like him would make a good leader. The sword he had sheathed at his side and the shield on his back made Messiah guess he was probably a tank of some kind.

Messiah’s observations were interrupted by a window popping up in front of him. It seemed Mushi had the initiative to create a party. Trial of Beginnings, huh? That wasn’t a name that made Messiah think Mushi planned to stick around for too long. Or maybe he was really bad with party names. Whatever the case, Messiah spoke the ‘Accept’ command and moved on with his over observation of his new party members.

Next on the list was Megi...No, Meji, Zoku…Sumota? Sumoto? Lord Almighty, Japanese names were a total pain to pronounce. Her introduction was short and to the point, so much so that Messiah couldn’t really detect any sort of emotion in her words. She was in the same boat as Mushi: neither of them seemed to talk too much, and were quite obviously introverts. He’d have to get her talking while they were questing. Zoku seemed to have some sort of tome on her belt, so he guessed her to be another magician. He also noted that she was pretty easy on the eyes.

Last but not least was Midori-nyan. She seemed as easy to read as Oz: An energetic, go-getter type of person. Another player he could easily get along with. Although Yeshua could probably say the same for the rest of the party, those two in particular seemed to be the easiest. Since she was so quick to get the ball rolling on this whole party issue, Messiah guessed she’d probably make a decent leader too. The sword at her side made him think she might be a tank like Elik, but the distinct lack of a shield made him guess she was more of a melee DPS type than a tank type. Like Meji, she was pretty good looking too. Although, most video game avatars were…

After he finished looking at everyone else, Messiah’s gaze set upon himself. His clothing was rather bland: he was wearing a long sleeved leather shirt and matching pants. There was a belt around his waist that held his ammunition pouch, as well as kept his pants up. He opened up the pouch and counted the bolts he had; only twenty? He’d have to watch where he shot, then. Perhaps he could retrieve them after a fight was over. Messiah then took the crossbow off his back and looked it over. It was a simple contraption of metal and wood, nothing special about it. Judging by its weight, Messiah decided he’d have to fire it two handed. Using both hands on a ranged weapon was usually the preferred option, but still. He’d seen one-handed crossbows before. Slinging the weapon onto his back once more, Messiah retrieved his bag and opened it. The only thing inside was a money pouch. He put the inventory item back where he had it before and turned his eyes to his fellow party members.

“Sooo…” He began, waiting for everyone else to accept the invitation, “How’s everybody doin’? Anybody else as excited as I am for this game?” Messiah said, grinning from ear to ear. This was going to be so much fun!