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[B]Shuai Taidan - Beacon Docks[/B]

It would not take Noëlle too long to encounter the aforementioned supposed 'pyromaniac' of Team Canvas, for sitting casually within the ornithopteric aircraft that would take the squad of Hunters to the locale of their mission was the ever-enthusiastic Shuai Taidan; pretty-boy extraordinaire, crowd control specialist and a youth voted "Most Likely to Become a Fashion Designer" by his past classmates for his exuberantly large wardrobe and tendency to switch outfits on a single dime. Yet despite the last of those qualities, the twenty-one year old was remarkably restrained in his appearance on this fine day, having, to the likely shock of the members of his former boy band-esque team, defaulted to his customised school uniform, and was now almost somebody who would not immediately stick out in a crowd.

The key word of course, being "almost".

Despite his military-like attire, there were a certain number of traits that would ensure that he would be quite the object of notice amongst the myriad of unique individuals that populated the city of Vale. Framing his handsome and delicate face, for example, was his long, flowing hair, today differing from its standard, ponytailed design through the utter lack of any form of accessory, whether it be hair-ties, scrunchies or clips. The pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup, the only departure being that of the two long extended parts of his fringe that dropped around his cheeks, and the simple, thin ahoge that reached out from underneath the grey gas mask that had been pulled back up from his face. Gleaming violet eyes, full of life and vigour, were especially noticeable as well, their edges creasing with humour as he fired off a dazzling grin at the girl who had just entered the aircraft.

And then there was the six metre long spear with a wicked, golden blade and blood-red horsehair tassels that was balanced precariously upon his lap, its immense girth almost impossible to fit within the width of their transport. He did have other tools of his trade upon his body, such as the six golden rings sitting peacefully in the crimson vambraces around his arms, or the wind and fire wheels that were attached to his boots, but it was his incredibly large weapon, one that was three and half times longer than his height, that would most likely be noticed.

"[color=ce2029]Hello there![/color]"

His voice was very much the essence of honest cheer.

"[color=ce2029]I'm Taidan,[/color]" continued the prettyboy, before pausing momentarily to adjust the position of the gas mask sitting upon his head. "[color=ce2029]Shuai Taidan. Nice to meetcha.[/color]"