[hr][h1][b][i][color=00FCD8][center]Aster Damien Luxiel[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]http://www.simpleimageresizer.com/_uploads/photos/1bbc5870/Aster_50.jpg
[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00FCD8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Wyandotte County Lake Park
[color=00FCD8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center][hr][hr]

[color=00FCD8]“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it, I got it.”[/color] Aster stood from his spot next to the fire, grabbing his bow and shaking out the stiffness from his legs after sitting so long. He headed over to where his equipment lay, grabbing his bow and gesturing at his own tent. [color=00FCD8]“You can hang out in mine for now. No dirty feet or shoes inside so clean your feet off in the river if you need to. And if you fuck it up, you’re cleaning it, not me.”[/color] Aster instructed as he sauntered back to the fire. He poked at it, adding a bit more fuel as he did, and returned his attention to the woods around them.

The woods. He sighed, missing the noise and the energy of the city. The only “energy” out here were bugs. Lots and lots of bugs. Aster grumbled as he applied a fresh coat of the foul smelling spray. There would be hell to pay if he found a single damn bug bite on himself after this. He worked too hard for some third rate garbage spray to fuck it all up now. He pulled out his phone, opening his to-do list, and added Research Bug Repellants under Subscribe to New Fashion Magazines and Develop New Routine for Class. Aster tucked his phone away and returned to his job, settling in for a long night.