[center][h1][color=DarkViolet]Chronus Klefkin[/color][/h1][/center]



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The man known as Ryker spoke up, Chronus watched him as his eyes flickered around the room as he spoke. His voice showed confidence, even a bit of a stern tone which threw Chronus for a loop. He hadn’t expected him to be the one to say anything, he thought he was going to be the one who was going to have to say something. Clearing his throat, he placed his hands elegantly on his hips as he listened to Nina speak. 


[b]"Silent Wheel, Inc. wants to hire you for a series of assignments that would send you to desolate and abandoned places throughout the world. We have need of data and, in some cases, items to be found there. According to the contracts, you would be paid $150 a day for the first assignment, plus travel expenses. Half of the expected pay up front, and the other half when you complete the assignment. We expect this first assignment to take four days, but will consider the next two days as part of the assignment to total 6 days of pay. These next two days we expect you to spend getting your affairs in order for the trip. Any additional time this may take will be paid for when you return. On the second assignment, pay will go up to $225 per day. Upon the third assignment and every other after that, $300 per day."[/b] Chronus scoffed, he didn’t want to come off difficult or anything but he was perfectly financially stable. Scrunching his nose, he eyed the woman up. Her movements were fluid and she seemed kind enough, and not only that she seemed to be serious in the offer. That was a lot of money sure, he wasn’t going to deny that. Weighing his options, he finally spoke. 


[b][color=BlueViolet]”You think something like this alright? Is this legal? I am well off, I need something beyond money to entice me. I perform in stadiums that make this place look like a joke. I rake in plenty of money. And the thrill of getting dirty and exploring the depths of the world has never been on my agenda. I work as a tutor for high class clients and so taking off months at a time to halt their training is something I don't think I can manage. At least without something more to convince me.”[/color][/b] He walked to the front of the group now, each movement was graceful and with a strong stride. Chronus made a large gesture to the others in the room, his glossed over eyes looked straight through each and every one of them. [b][color=BlueViolet]”I realize that all of you guys need money in some form or another. But doesn’t this seem awful fishy? Train our senses because we didn’t notice a simple house ornament?”[/color][/b] He whipped around, his scruffy black hair hung in his eyes as he did so, those glossed over eyes pierced Nina. [b][color=BlueViolet]”As for you, I have plenty more questions. Why get a ragtag team of misfits to do something like this? Wouldn’t someone who has been trained been better? It would be more cost effective, they wouldn’t need this whole meeting and what not. The ambiguity of this whole situation is extreme. We all have our traits, but I don’t see how any of them mesh into what you’re looking for. I don’t see how my understanding of musics and energies could benefit in any way. Good at hiding and a will to survive? I surely don’t understand those either. Is this going to be that dangerous that we will need to survive?[/color][/b] Chronus took note of Nina’s words, about losing something. She had looked straight at him when she had said that and it was just the thing he needed to go off on a tangent. His professional air around him broke for a split second, he was slightly worried about his agents he had sent off on vacation. Did they have that much power? If so, it was no laughing matter. Who in the world would book his tours? He was much too demanding to face those pretend bigwigs to show enough restraint to book his own shows. 


Letting out a long breath, he rang his hand through his hair looking through his fingers at Nina. He wasn’t scared of them, Chronus had a raging god complex after all. That of a bored god at least. A smirk slid on his face, all while any emotion in his eyes were whisked away into an abyss. Finally placing his hands back in his hoodie's pockets, he let out a small laugh. He was no thrill seeker, at least not that he would admit. Chronus hated being told what to do, all while that was all he had ever known. They would need to put more on the table for him to even consider putting his entire life on hold and making room in his schedule for them. Which at the current the moment was… empty. And would be for a while. But they didn’t know that did they? Of course not, to the naked eye he was a busy worker bee. A small ‘tsk’ noise left his mouth, and he finally stopped staring at Nina. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got with himself. These people in the room, he would be alienated immediately. Chronus knew he was very very different from everyone, nothing impressed him anymore. They had their jaws on the floor when they came inside the building. He had no issues to show for, everything for him was internal. And even then he felt nothing, Chronus knew he was a shell of a human. Everyone here had a story to tell, had emotions they felt, all while he turned all of his emotions and experiences into a joke to inflate his own ego. Even then he toured around Europe, America, Australia and more seeing sights that would shake their bones. Yet it was no longer impressive, it was just something he had to do. 


Why would he get impressed by run down places that are potentially dangerous with a bunch of run down people? His hands were his money makers, had he even broken a nail he would throw bitch fit. Crossing his arms over his chest he let out another sigh, this was ludacris. Chronus just came here to maybe perform some music as a thank you and be on his way. Now he was being asked to go explore the world and not in the way most people would expect. Rummaging through his bag he pulled out some sheet music, holding it up in front of him. [b][color=BlueViolet]”Blood at the Moonlit Ball. Explain how you knew I was missing my music. How did you obtain a piece of music that has more value than this whole entire building and then some.[/color][/b] He was no longer asking questions, he was demanding answers. If he knew how to feel something other than irritation, he would be feeling nervous. But every question all melded into a burning hot irritation in the pit of his stomach. All while his face showed nothing, it was an empty slate beyond his set jaw that one couldn’t even seen unless they really payed attention. The femininity of his face hid that well, it was moments like these he was content with his female face. 

Everything about Chronus oozed a hollow elegance, but the music he held up was that of true beauty and grace. The cover was midnight blue with golden stream illuminating deep scarlet letters with a palace in the distance. It gave off almost a mysterious and eerie aura, as one could be transported straight into the world on the cover. The back had a pure white skull on the back and a rose in full bloom within the eyes, dripping the same scarlet colour of the rose. Just by the cover one could feel the passion bursting from the seams, contrasting Chronus in almost every way.