[center] [h1] [color=skyblue] "Sebastian" Dawn Earnest [/color] [/h1] [/center]
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[center] [h2] [color=darkgray] - "Hello fellow warriors!" - [/color] [/h2] [/center]
	Sebby was an extremely quiet soul who is not very accustomed to talking to new individuals on the spot. He would look up at the tall woman standing next to him, who had just recently spoke to him. He would take his gun off of his back and present a firearm with a well worn trigger, lever and cheekpad. He would hold it up to Aden to see, and turn it around. [color=skyblue] "Does that answer your question?" [/color] He would smile cheekily before clipping it to his back. [color=skyblue] "Been using this bad boy before I even got my spirit contract." [/color] He would stretch, putting his tiny hands into the air, and revealing a certain key factor about Dawn, he hadn't had his spirit very long. He would tail behind the group with a tint of non-visual nervousness, a fear that he hasn't been on the field long enough for a mission like this one. He would pop his knuckles and kick a bit of dirt every now and then. He looked at the soil, untainted and natural, unreached by mankind. [color=red] He would cringe at the idea of how it was fertilized so well. It is demon territory after all. [/color] A certain fear would reside in the air around him. He hadn't realized the extent of how dangerous this could really be.

	He would stop in his tracks, look behind him, and ponder at the open gate with a certain loss of words. He would sigh, and catch back up with the group. [color=darkgray] "Miss home already, ey?" [/color] [color=skyblue] "A little..." [/color] He would look at the group of misfits and soldiers and realized one thing: all five of them were putting their life on the line for their country. Sebby wasn't very patriotic when it came to someone living in Honorfire. He liked the place, and had no intent on leaving. He would carry his belongings and gun on his back, as he would say  [color=skyblue] "I'm Dawn, by the way. Nice to meet you lot." [/color] He would produce an honest and caring smile that showed he was happy to be along side them.[color=skyblue] "I'm not usually the one to start small talk, but... I'm curious actually. What do your spirits... do, exactly? Mine uses chains, and allows me to use them too. That's the simple definition." [/color] He would take his dagger out and spin the blade quickly on the tip of his index finger. Hold the Line would continue to reside on the shoulders of Dawn as he trudged behind.

[center] [h2] [color=darkgray] - Taking the Path - [/color] [/h2] [/center]
	As Sebby followed the group, he would have his dagger holstered at his waist, prepared for anything. He was struggling to keep up due to him being so tiny. He would look up at the young boy who had black hair. [color=skyblue] "I assume your spirit talks to you as well. I thought I saw you talking to someone earlier." [/color] He was curious, he knew the basic rules of being a user, but had never met another one in his life until today. He was somewhat scared to make contact with Ridley and Zyirck, due to the fact that they seem on a higher level of maturity than he is. He would pick a tiny flower off of the ground, and put it in his whispy and gentle white hair. Hold the Line would be examining their surroundings, taking in all of the brand new information that was around.