Leolycan

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Koji's eyes followed the man's focus as he went about addressing the group as a whole, trying to gauge the man's character. Obviously he took great pride in his family name, but that sort of thing didn't really matter to Kojiro. Why put your country potentially in the middle of a war against two other nations? Money, fame, honor, or bloodlust? Shaking his head in an attempt to look past the uncertainty, the armored warrior would lift himself from the wall as he merely bowed his head out of repsect.

For a moment, he paused. "Katakura," he offered, attempting to remember the name he'd written down on his application (That's what's on the contract IC). Ever since his venture to this new nation, Koji had done his best to separate himself from his family name. Though mostly an isolated nation, he did not want his name to haunt him in his travels. It was for this reason he had assumed over a dozen aliases, settling down in this kingdom as a bounty hunter and mercenary under the guise of Katakura.

It was only after making his introduction that his eyes fell upon the bandaged man. How he had not noticed the man before, he'd never know, but now his eyes would narrow obviously in the direction of the figure. Having dealt with several... Less then upstanding individuals- nothing about this sat right with him. Still, he'd bide his time in silence as he now looked about the room, awaiting the others to offer their own greetings as he milled over his own thoughts.

"Should've asked for more," He muttered to himself as he couldn't help but grin. Oh how the mighty have fallen, once waited on hand and foot to acting the part of a common sellsword. If this was the path set before him by the Lord Dragon, so be it.

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Falling into my old habits again...

*fools around with other things, checks for posts every 30 mins, goes back to doing other things... Now starts checking every 20. Puts on music... Now every 10 mins. Starts watching youtube with forums open on alternate monitor.*

Also had to post to make it an even number... The odd OOC count was bugging me >_<

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Having leaned back further against the wall, his eyes closed and his head absent mindedly nodding along with the speech of the goblin, there was only one thing that Koji understood. He was getting paid for something. Despite his shock seeing- whatever that was- it wasn't his place to judge the people of this land. To be fair, they had already provided him with many surprises, so what if one of their 'Holy Men' happened to be a green skinned creature.

Turning his gaze to the firey haired woman, he'd nod in understanding as she spoke of the mountains and the elder man from before... It was then that a sudden pressure pushed against his armor. You know how this goes: hand to pommel, blade slightly drawn, eyes darting around for something about his size, and then looking down to see his assailant. Blink a couple times in surprise, all the warrior could do is chuckle as the woman spoke on his behalf. She seemed to know the warrior etiquette and carried herself with confidence as she spoke to the... badger?

Shaking his head in slight embarrassment once more, the warrior attempted to recall talks with the western beast masters of his land, stringing together a rather shoddy and choppy sentence as he spoke to the badger in beast-kin, "No safe, little one. More careful." With that, he'd fully sheathe his blade as he once again he leaned against the wall with arms folded over his chest.

Though slightly amused, his mind slipped back to one word that stood out to him- Mau. Instantly his thoughts returned to his homeland as he now stood in quiet contemplation. Only once had he traveled into the mines of his homeland, and even then, he couldn't recall much. He just remembered the overwhelming feeling of magic in the air and the sudden ominous feeling of the darkness. If there were a mountain like that here...

"Bahamut, give me purpose." He'd utter under his breath, hopefully low enough for no one to hear as he uttered this brief prayer in Draconic. Perhaps his traveling to this land was with a purpose after all. Only time- and his blade- would tell.

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This truly was a strange city indeed, Koji thought to himself. Never before had he seen so little people armed and fit for war. Of course his homeland had it's share of peasants and merchants to, but you couldn't walk through the market without seeing someone armed to the teeth, ready for war. The idea of peace was a somewhat fragile one to the eyes of those in the east. Sure a truce may be declared, or a common enemy would arise, but one thing was certain... War was inevitable. Maybe this is why the proud warrior seemed on edge, his hand shooting to the pommel of his blade in reflex as the door opened beside him. It took only a moment for his nerves to steady as his hand slowly began to fall back by his side, even more so once the visage of a female had ushered through the door.

With an embarrassed shake of his head, he began to ease out of his rigid stance as his armor clattered softly upon the (presumed) stone behind him. In his country, female's were mostly hand maidens and performers, doing their best to keep the lords and populous distracted from their daily routines... However, his eyes soon fell upon her blades at her side and the all too noticable sheen of her armor. This caught the man by surprise as he fell silent, noticing her nod as he returned with one of his own. A fellow man- well woman-at-arms, a rare sight to see in Throne. A woman to earn the honor of carrying a weapon had to have accomplished a great feat, earning the respect and admiration of her fellow clansman... Well at least in his clan. To the south, the 'Krakens' knew all too well the effects of a woman on an unsuspecting man... Assassins and pirates all of them, revealing as much of their flesh as their ambitions when they drove the blade into their victim. Still, this was foreign land, no need to assume the worst.

It was about the time that Koji began to settle beside this strange woman that another form entered the building. A weathered aging man, adorned in nothing but robes and a satchel. Odd... But then again, it seemed that many an oddity was about this evening. Most often those in robes were men of faith- clerics or priests to the gods, but this man held no holy symbols or relics of faith.

This caused Koji to raise a brow beneath his helm, leaning over to the woman as he attempted to whisper to her in the tounge native to this area,

"Who is old man?" his speech clumsy and broken. If his appearance wasn't enough to indicate his foreign nature, his heavy accent would be.

Only when he leaned in to speak, that the distinct feeling of magic was present, and the glow of her hair had caught his eyes. Come to think of it... This whole town stirred with a subtle essence of magic as he glanced about. The old man contained a hint of it as well, causing Koji to shake his head subtly. Never had he seen a town so ripe with mages. Though he would say nothing, his stance would become more defensive, folding his arms across his chest as he stood in silence.

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High above the bustling roads, perched atop a sentry tower overlooking the city, an ornately armored figure could be seen standing silently as it seemed to survey the city below. Dressed in what appeared to be scale armor of meticulous detail under plates of bone, the blues and black that intertwined upon the scales shone brilliantly to any who looked upon him. Visor lowered, his head would shift, hinting at his change in perspective. Slowly the figure knelt, maintaining his balance perfectly upon the spire before leaping with inhuman force. Suddenly, the figure appeared upon a fall some meters away, and again he leapt. This would continue as he made his way across Navire, never once setting foot upon the ground. Then all at once, the armored one would come to a stop atop a particular building, place himself at the forward edge, and glance down upon the front of the building.

It was when the crest was noticed that the figure would lift his visor, showing a visage of a weathered youth with piercing blue eyes. Deftly he'd step off the roof of the building, landing on the street with hardly a sound as he rounded to face the doorway. Taking a moment to readjust his armor, he'd push open the door and step inside, briefly scaning over the occupants before standing off to the side of the threshold. Regardless of who occupied this room prior, or who may enter, the man would remain silent- merely eyeing everyone over until his contact spoke up.

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All good it seems

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Probably a format issue. Most phones are not compatible with third party text format without aid of some sort of application or addition. Now a lot of phones are compatible with PDF, so if you could covert it to that format, it might work. Otherwise, you'll have to type it out on PC or your phone in the same fashion as the others and myself.

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Yeah, I've been tossing around the idea of making Kojiro an avatar of Bahamut, but I specifically made the class he's claiming a non-magic class. Hard to see how one would channel the essence of their deity without some sort of mysticism about them. So rather he just seems as fierce as a dragon in hume form.

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Reading it over, seems more an avatar then a summoner. A summoner would be more along the lines of summoning an aspect of a diety/patron (IE: the shadow of Bahamut, the sword of Odin, or the actual Leviathan) where as an avatar would summon the power of said diety (such as the zodiac braves from FFT, where each user of the stones gained powers of the previous brave... and the often unsavory visage.) So her power is directly tied to her patron, calling upon her powers to imbue her own rather then a apparition.

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Lol you know Kojiro will probably get relatevely along with Selie're. Because Arcania is also a military state. If nothing else at least both of them will understand the value of military discipline and warrior's spirit lol

@rivaan

He greatly respects warriors and will often seek their opinions. He won't be much of a conversationalist, but you can probably expect him to place himself before Selie in combat to cover her, or cast her small smirks from time to time. He does his best to keep himself somewhat separated, but it's nice to find people he can relate to this far from home.