[color=aba000][b]Shaliak[/b][/color]

It was with determined steps that the young man took towards the door of the building that gradually came closer and closer, his right hand reached out to open the door. There was no past worth returning to, no present worth to linger in, only the future could hold promise. But would it? Shaliak opened the door without hesitation, a suitcase in his left hand, his attire resembling that of a priest. Without the white collar or crosses however, and as black as the night. He also wore shin-high boots, which was normally not considered part of a priestly attire, aswell as a short black cloak.

Under the robe-looking attire, the young man had much tighter but also black clothes in the shape of pants and a dress shirt. Ofcourse he couldn't always dress in black, thus the suitcase was stored with some alternate shades of black, such as grey or dark grey. As when it came to the building to which he had just entered, there were already people within it aside from the obvious hosts. All with their distinct appearances, some were more extreme in their distinction if one were to judge by what could have been seen in the mortal world. A canine looking creature and something that looked like it had lept out of a lovecraftian piece of art. While no doubt the canine had a nose capable of prying, the other being seemed also to be a handful to say the least. Then there were others which appeared more humanoid.

His eyes wandered over all of them, giving them nods in greeting without saying a word however. This was going to be awkward wasn't it? Awkward as hell. But that would have to do for now, there were more pressing matters. To not intimidate anyone or pick a fight, while at the same time not looking like dessert. There was a reason for them all being there, he couldn't help but wonder why the others were there. He knew his own reasons, and where we needed to go. In time he would surely grow strong enough to fulfill his dream. Perhaps some of these would come to be of assistance to him? Yet he who fights with monsters...

He allowed his eyes to momentarily close as he pondered on what would lie ahead, the path would surely not be an easy one. But had his path been easy to begin with? The young man slowly opened his eyes again and observing the growing gathering of people. How many of those present were the results of the sins of their parentage? How different was it to be created and being born? Was the creator free of guilt for what it's creation would do? Someday the answer would surely be in his hand, perhaps created from it even.


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[Pain receivers set at 30% of normal levels]
[Arousal receivers set at 5%]
[Hearing sensitivity increased by 15% of normal levels]
[Perception increased by 20% of normal levels]
[Suggestability, hypnotic, inducement, trance reception countermeasures: Active]
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