LordofthePies

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

I'll change it to a lighter red for you c:

Age of Gossamer

Ah. I'll change it when the world gets flushed out a bit more. Glad you like him ^.^

Age of Gossamer

The Watcher Malthus & The Summoner Hundahl

The Watcher

Name:
MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith
AKA Malthus

"I have many names, yet I am nameless. I am nothing and everything. I am eternal. I am death."

"I'm going to write down Malthus."

"Fine."

Sex:
Male...?

Court:
Unseelie Court

House:
Nuckelavee

Appearance:


History:
Malthus has been here since the beginning. He has watched the birth of the world and every creature on it. He watched the first fae form from creation, and he watched the humans crawl from the sea. He watched as the creatures evolved and grew, and he watched the beginning of the end of the world. The humans starting burning the planet, turning life into ash. Malthus wished he had killed the first slug to crawl from the sea. Then maybe, humans would not be. Then maybe, it would be just the fae, and the other peaceful creatures. Humans were garbage then, and they are garbage now. When they began to kill, Malthus watched. He wanted to see what they would do. Humans crossed oceans to spread disease and filth. Their victims prayed, and Malthus answered. He wanted to watch, but he had been summoned. The monsters called them Indians, but that's not what they were. They were witches, warlocks, and shamans. They were the original, the only humans tuned to the earth. They asked for plague, pestilence, destruction, and death. Malthus delivered. He granted the tribe with the gift of cleansing disease and killed many men. He swept through the land, poisoning mankind and leaving a trail of corpses. Only when another tribe, one much newer than the one that summoned him, asked him to stop, did he go back to watching. He killed millions with smallpox and plague, along with many other things. He was the Watcher, The Bringer of Disease, The Black Death, The Rat, The Faceless, and The Vyugi, but his true name was not death. It was Malthus.

Personality:
Malthus prefers to sit and watch. He waits to see how things turn, and only acts when asked. Although, if never asked to stop, he will sweep through the land like a storm, carrying disease and death. He likes to observe, whether it's a snail or an elephant. Nothing is ever insignificant to him. Every move, every motion, has a purpose. A simple sneeze could create a universe entirely different from his own. Every action has consequence, and that's what he watches. He watches the dominoes fall.

He's patient, never rushing fate. He's terribly apathetic. He doesn't understand emotion, especially not mourning. He his surprisingly shy for one of his kind and he doesn't like to be in the spotlight. He observes and calculates, waiting for his turn to destroy. Although, he it isn't really his end goal. He wants to observe and test the world. He can only act when called upon, so instead, when given the chance, he plants ideas in feeble minds. He enjoys riddles and puzzles and is quite smart. He is terrible when put in the spotlight and often trips over his words.

"Tell me this, human. W-what walks on four legs in the morning, t-two legs at noon and three in the
evening?"

"I don't know, some weird dog?"

"F-fair enough." *throat clear* "Y-You may pass."

Plan For Humanity:
If Malthus had his way, humans would be no more. They have done nothing for this planet and are garbage. If he was free to do as he wished, plague would spread and destroy all that was man.

Knacks:
Summoned:
Pestilence - Create any kind of disease or illness. He manifests a sickness and gives it to the dust motes to carry. They put it on
fleas, birds, rats, dogs, any creature it can get ahold of, but it only harms what he wants it to.
Unsummoned:
Watcher - He can see anything that isn't warded against him. An effective ward is a mirror made of red glass or simply a powerful
magic ward.
Thoughts - He can plant obsessive or controlling thoughts in the weak minded. Weak minded includes; Mentally weak people, mentally ill
people, people going through grief, or people going through immense suffering. These thoughts can be removed with red sand blessed by
an Indian shaman.

The Summoner

Name:
Aaron Hundahl
Sex:
Male

Age:
12

Court:
Associated with Malthus and the Unseelie Court, but the Court doesn't really know he even exists.

House:
Human

Appearance:


History:
Aaron was always alone, other than his grandfather. His parents were either dead or off somewhere, doing anything but take care of him. His grandfather hated them for this and spent all his free time with the boy. They didn't have much, even though his grandfather was the shaman od their tribe. They got gifts every now and then, but they both still had to work in the fields in order to pay for meals.

When Aaron was five, his grandfather had made enough money working to buy him a gift. He gave him a small checkerboard, the checkers being painted rocks. The board was made of red sandstone. Aaron loved it and always played checkers with his grandfather when they got home from the fields.

Then, they came. They were a different tribe, one much more vicious. They came in the night, stealing and burning what they didn't take. They swept through the inky blackness, killing. His grandfather saved him from the one that tried down to burn down their home, but he was shot. As he lay bleeding to death, Aaron's grandfather gave him his shaman abilities. This included several scrolls and objects that were buried under the home. These buried things gave him the ability to summon something that would give him revenge.

The only things Aaron took from his home were his checkerboard, his grandfather's bracelet, and the summoning ritual. He ran into the forest, a place that the intruders would not know. Late at night, shortly after his grandfather's death, he performed the summoning ritual.

"Who summons MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith?" The demon's voice echoed through the forest, but that was the only sound. The insects were no longer chirping, the breeze no longer blew. It was just him, the monster, and the trees.

There were tears in his eyes and scorn in his voice, but there was no fear. Aaron answered the creature, "I'm Aaron Hundahl, and I want you to kill The Scorpion tribe. They have destroyed everything I've ever known, I want you to do the same."

"There will be no mercy."

The creature, who the boy nicknamed Malthus, disappeared and the world around him came back to life. The boy knew in his heart he had doomed an entire people, but they deserved to die. They slaughtered his people and Malthus would do the same to him.

The next year, when the boy was nine, Malthus returned. This time in the midday, when Aaron was chopping wood for his hand-made home. He didn't notice at first because Malthus was behind him, observing. In a year Aaron had made a new home. He lived in a small cave, nothing short of a den. Malthus found the area had a strange charm to it. The monster felt something he had rarely ever felt before. He felt the misery and pain the boy was going through. He could taste the anger in the air, but there was something else to it. A sort of quiet peace. Malthus enjoyed feeling it, so he continued to stand there, wordless.

The two didn't notice each other for an hour. Aaron worked and Malthus watched. Normally, Malthus felt nothing for his summoners. They were all full of petty needs. But this boy, something about him made Malthus feel. He didn't hate the child but was instead intrigued by him. The boy didn't want any power or anything that would better his life. He wanted pure death. Malthus respected that.

Eventually, Malthus spoke. "The Scorpions are no more."

The kid jumped and threw the home-made woodcutting ax he had at the beast. It stuck in Malthus's shoulder. If he had eyebrows, he would've furrowed them. But he had no facial features, so he sat there in silence, staring at the startled Aaron.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry about that," Aaron genuinely apologized.

He was wearing a sheepish smile, embarrassed by his reaction. Malthus removed the ax and handed it back to the boy, and inky blackness covering it instead of blood. The wound the tool had made quickly sealed, making it seem like there was never an injury.

"I don't have anything to pay you."

"Your fury is enough to satisfy."

"I guess you're done then."

"Until next time."

When Malthus disappeared a second time, Aaron felt terribly lonely. The short talk with the creature was the only interaction the boy had in a year. Playing checkers alone made the game worthless. Doing anything without company made it pointless.

Aaron waited a few days before calling Malthus again.

"Why have you summoned MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith again?"

Aaron sat in silence for a moment before pulling his prized checkboard from behind his back. "Do you want to play checkers?"

Malthus was taken aback. No one had ever summoned him for such a pointless task. Then again, this child wasn't just anyone. Malthus stood tall, his featureless face creating a small feeling of regret in Aaron.

"Fine. I will be the black pieces."

Malthus quickly grew fond of the child. He was rather good at checkers and his unhinged emotion made him interesting to be around. He was smart and enjoyed sitting in silence with Malthus. Every week or so Aaron summoned him to play checkers or to watch the world in person.

"The planet is beautiful when you're so close." Malthus and Aaron stood at the edge of a lake, watching a bear and her cubs drink from the cool waters on the other side.

Aaron felt invincible around Malthus, and Malthus felt like he finally had a friend. Or at least someone he could tolerate. It was a bond between Summoner and Monster, but it felt like a partnership. Even when Malthus was gone, he never felt alone. He knew Malthus was watching, or finding stories to tell.

Personality:
Aaron is smart and brave, although he lets his emotions get the better of him. He's only twelve, but thanks to Malthus he knows much about the world. He loves to learn and enjoys sitting somewhere just to watch the world go by. He also enjoy's listening to stories and solving riddles, which is part of why he's Malthus
s favorite. He's usually quiet. Aaron believes in, "Don't say something unless it's worth saying." He is tormented by memories of his grandfather's death and is often still full of spite for the Scorpion tribe, even though they are all dead. He is quick to anger, but he's rational. If you have a point, he will listen to it. Lastly, Aaron is friendly to every creature, although he only trusts his grandfather and Malthus.

Age of Gossamer

Coolio, I'll get to work on a character sheet c:

Age of Gossamer

With the Nuckelavee could their appearance be any horror or does it have to be the horse demon thingie?

Aieth - The World Between

Norix fidgeted with the sleeves of her robes, a nervous habit she developed as soon as she left home. She overstepped her bounds, she knew it. Gone too far. Although, it didn't seem to deter to pair. They both introduced themselves, and she supposed it was her turn.

"I'm Norix," Nori closed her mouth, smile gone. She had no reason to draw them in now, they were already here.

It was odd that she didn't see the magic circle before, or the person that made it. It was an interesting thing, something she hadn't seen before. She would have to ask Zeke what it was for after Alex answered his question. Norix took a sip of her drink, the sweetness turning bitter in her mouth. She was still worried, over what she wasn't sure. Her nerves always got the best of her, probably the main reason not many people wanted to talk to her. When she got the chance she would blabber on, and if she wasn't the one to say hello first she was a bundle of anxiety. Norix didn't know where she got it from, everyone in her town were always so calm. She blamed the jumping beetles. She felt like one at the moment, so tightly wound that the slightest thing would make her jump from her chair.

Nori nibbled on her food, trying to distract herself from her anxiety. She couldn't help but feel like she ruined any possibility of friendship. Her mother always told her she was over-eager. Norix supposed her mother was right. It was a miracle she made out of town, let alone this far. Although, she didn't want to go home. She came to learn and to explore, and the nerves was just a part of that. It was definitely something she needed to work on.

A Tale of Owls and Wolves

@Famotill

CS

Light Savath

Character Summary

Name:
Light Savath
Titles:
N/A
Aliases:
N/A
Age:
20
Race/Ethnicty:
Tiefling
Continent of Origin:
High Mist
Gender:
Male
Class/Subclass:
Mage, Destruction

Stats

Strength:
8
Dexterity:
13
Constitution:
15
Intelligence:
16
Wisdom:
10
Charisma:
13

Physical Attributes

Height:
6'1
Weight:
164 lbs
Appearance Description:
Skinny, red skin with an orange tinge, silver eyes, brown hair.
Day To Day Attire:
Something a ship captain would wear, minus the hat. He likes green colors, so he'll always have at least one
green thing.

Strengths:

• Intelligent
• Lying/Manipulation/Machiavellianism
• Has a logical mind
• Mid-far range combat
• Quick on his feet/Good reaction time
• Fire Magics

Weaknesses:

• Is a pyschopath
• Obsessive
• Sadistic
• Close Quarters Combat
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Running
• Can't take a hit/Squishy
• Holy/Divine Magics

Psychological Attributes

Dangerously Obsessive * Logical * Sadistic * Reliable

Sexuality:
Asexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Ever since Light was able to know about such things, he was interested in how everything worked. Constantly
asking questions. He was a man of science and studied practically anything when he could. Although, wanting
to learn about everything made it so he collected and dissected whatever he could get his hands on, whether
it be man or beast. Light isn't really one of the most sociable people, especially since he doesn't really
like or understand people. He gave up on trying to understand why people do things, adding that to the rather
small list of things he will never quite grasp. Usually though, when he doesn't understand something he'll
obsess over it. The need to understand consumes him, and he will go out of his way to find knowledge. When he
does understand something, he tends to get extremely excited about it.

He was raised to be the best, so he rarely will tolerate anything else when it comes to himself, Light will
never break a promise or deal, and finds doing so extremely disrespectful. He sees other people as nothing
but experiments or tools, and will often manipulate people to get what he wants. Light actually enjoys
watching people squirm under his thumb, it almost gives him as much pleasure as learning. This man rarely
tells the truth, and often won't tell people about himself. He thinks that if people know him, they will use
it against him.

In short, Light is obsessed with learning and gaining new knowledge, doesn't really like people, doesn't
understand people and their emotions, everything he does has to be as close to perfect as possible, he uses
people and gains some pleasure from it, and doesn't like letting people know personal details about himself.

Habits:

• Fidgeting. Anything he can get his hands on he'll fidget with.
• Ignoring people. If people are boring or disrupting his work, he'll pretend they aren't there.
• Pocketing things. If he likes it or it interests him, chances are he'll put it in his pocket and forget about it.
• Being unkind. He doesn't feel the need to cater to people's feelings and will often forget that people need to be treated nicely for him to be liked.

Hobbies:

• Collecting. He has bags full of seemingly worthless things. Mainly random animal bones or potion samples.
• Reading. He'll read anything as long as it gives him some new knowledge.
• Small crafts. He likes making small things, like little boxes, jewelry, or dolls.

Fears:

• Dogs. He was bitten as a child and is always scared he's going to get mauled. He does his best to avoid them, but if one starts to chase him or act aggressively, he'll freeze. Either that or he will destroy them in a bout of fire.
• Death. Anyone in their right mind is scared of dying, but he is petrified of it. If he thinks a situation will get him killed he will refuse to do it, and will probably even leave. He can barely even think of death without panicking. He's made attempts at immortality before, but they've always ended in his test subject's death.
• Disfiguiration. His parents beat it into him that he had to be perfect, and scars, marks, missing limbs, or anything of that like are far from perfect. He considers scars hideous and something to be ashamed of. He will go into a panic if he is burned or badly cut for fear that he will be scarred.

Likes:

• Reading.
• Messing with people.
• The color green.
• Small things that fit in his hand. They're the best to fidget with.
• Puzzles.
• Reading.

Dislikes:

• People in general.
• Dogs.
• Being dirty.
• The color orange.
• Too much heat/being sweaty.
• Willful ignorance & stupidity.

Skills

• Skill: Puzzle Solving His love of puzzles makes it so he can easily and quickly solve puzzles.
• Skill: Fencing As a child he was taught fencing as a way to discipline himself. It quickly became a fun hobby and a way of fighting without spells.
• Skill: Fire Starting He can start a fire with damn near anything and on anything. His love of fire made this possible. As a child, he used to burn his neighbors toys.
• Skill: Diplomacy He's good at settling arguments and deciding what's best for both parties. Not that he would really use it for anyone but himself.
• Skill: Small Crafts He enjoys making small things as a hobby and has gotten quite good at it.
• Skill: Lying He is a liar at heart and rarely tells the truth. He's been a liar since he first learned it at age 10 and hasn't really stopped since.

Magic

• Spell: Firebolt Hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range (120 ft). A flammable object hit by this spell ignites. Casting Time: Six seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic (Hand movements). Damage: (2d10) 20 Damage.
• Spell: Burning Hands As you hold your hands with thumbs touching and fingers spread, a thin sheet of flames shoots forth from your outstretched fingertips. The fire ignites any flammable objects in the area. Casting Time: Sex seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (3d6) 18 Damage.
• Spell: Chain Lightning You create a bolt of lightning that arcs toward a target of your choice that you can see within range (150 ft). Three bolts then leap from that taget to as many as three other targets, each of which must be within 30 feet of the first target. A target can be a creature or an object and can be targeted by only one of the bolts. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: (10d8) 80.
• Spell: Cone of Cold A blast of cold air erupts from your hands. Each creature in a 60-foot cone takes cold damage. A creature killed by this spell becomes a frozen statue until it thaws. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, Small Crystal. Damage: (8d8) 64 damage.
• Spell: Continual Flame A flame, equivalent in brightness to a torch, springs forth from an object that you touch. The effect looks like a regular flame, but it creates no heat and doesn't use oxygen. A continual flame can be covered or hidden but not smothered or quenched. Continues until dispelled. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic. Damage: None.
• Spell: Erupting Earth Choose a point you can see on the ground within range (120 ft). A fountain of churned earth and stone erupts in a 20-foot cube centered on that point. Each creature in that area that doesn't dodge takes damage. Additionally, the ground in that area becomes difficult terrain until cleared away. Each 5-foot-square portion of the area requires at least 1 minutes to clear by hand. Casting Time: 6 seconds. Components: Verbal, Somatic, a Piece of Obsidian. Damage: (3d12) 36 Damage.
• Racial Ability: Dread CallTieflings are heavily resistant to demonic and otherworldly possession (except from the Dread God itself) and can temporarily call upon the Dreaded One to read ancient texts (though the Dread God may not always answer)

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person (Hip Bag):

• Item: Spellbook A book that has all of his known incantations.
• Item: Small Crystal A small blue crystal used for spells.
• Item: Large Piece of Obsidian A large piece of obsidian (about the size of a dagger) used for spells. It is sharp enough to double as a dagger in a pinch. Although, if it's slammed against metal, stone, or anything harder than a cracker, it may break.
• Item: Charcoal Used for writing.
• Item: Coin Purse A pouch used for holding coins.
• Item: 3 Days Rations A collection of dried meats. It's enough to get one person through three days if used once a day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Assortment of Junk The remaining spaces in his bag are dedicated to holding random junk he felt was worth collecting.

Weapons:

• Item: Rapier A rapier tailored for Light.
• Item: Dagger A small dagger used for cutting things, like cheese, ropes, or someone who got too close.
• Item: Hunting Knife A knife made to gut and skin animals, and cut wood.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Light Leather Chest Piece Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Leggings. Offers more armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: Light Leather Boots. Offers mroe armor than clothes, but not as much as other things. Comfortable walking shoes. Difficult to bite through.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Item: 5 Days Rations A collection of dried meats that can get one person through five days if eaten once every day. It could probably get one person through a longer period of time if used sparingly.
• Item: Water Skin A basic water skin that can hold a half gallon of water when full.
• Item: Bed Roll A bed roll made of assorted furs. Good if sleeping on the ground. Bad if sleeping in the snow.
• Item: Basic Fire Starting Material Assorted plant fibers and a flint and steel. Flint and steel are good for 50 more uses.
• Item: Small Tent A small green tent made for one person. Gives extra warmth, especially when combined with a bed roll.
• Item: Assorted Maps A map for every place he's been and any place he's going. It doesn't give cities, instead they are all basic topography maps.

Magical Items:

• Item: Arcane Focus A crystal used to focus arcane energies to allow the casting of powerful or completecated spells.
• Item: N/A

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion (3) Potions that restore a some health and energy. Doesn't work if bleeding or poisoned.
• Item: Poison Antidote (2) Potions that heal basic poisons (weak poison spells, food poisoning, weak plant poisoning).
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

• Item: Deeproot (2) Grown in the forests of Valenndale Deeproot works as incredibly potent disinfectant and anti-bacterial cleansing agent. It is used most commonly throughout the Elven Kingdom as well as the Union. Deeproot serum is often recognized as a foreign entity by the body and thus quickly attacked in an attempt by said body to balance its humors. It works well in cleansing cuts and when applied to infections.
• Item: Witch Hazel (5) A common herbal serum ingested to alleviate pain, and minor illness. Witch Hazel is common in more areas of the world, particularly in Carthus.
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A
• Item: N/A

History

History: Light was born in Syddal, but his mother, Nericia brought him over from the Pillar Cities to Bobriki to keep him from going through the Tiefling trials. His father, Elyas isn't biological, but he is still the only father he's ever really known. His family was surrounded by scandal (mainly because his mother was a tiefling and his father a human), although none of it was ever really bad. His father was a merchant and that kept his family well fed. He never had brothers or sisters, it was just his father, his mother, and him. If he did have siblings, he probably would've tormented them to no end.

His love of knowledge started early on, and his mother encouraged it. Nericia constantly gave him things to work with. His favorites were the puzzles and the riddles, although she challenged him with other things, such as reading or math challenges. Light was a secluded child because he was more fond of his puzzles than anyone else, but he did have one friend. His only childhood was his neighbor, Gabriel. He was a runt that, like Light, had no other friends. Light often picked on him and took his things, but Gabriel didn't mind. Gabriel accepted whatever Light did to him, which often wasn't kind. Even if Light burned Gabriel's toys, he still looked out for him. When other kids picked on the boy, Light would torment them instead. His fondest memory of his early childhood was putting a snake down a bully's shirt. The snake bit the boy and almost killed him, but they knew not to pick on Light or Gabriel after that.

Light didn't have much discipline and was free to do as he wished (as long as he mastered his daily puzzles), but Elyas insisted he had something. Light had seen other rich kids fencing and wanted to try it too, only so he could be better than them. He was slow to learn it and often got scolded for it. Although, when he finally picked it up he enjoyed it and quickly became better than the other kids. Eventually, though, he got bored. If Light didn't have a challenge, he didn't see the point in doing something. When he got older, his mother suggested magic. His mother was a healer so he had an inborn ability and quickly learned to love magic. Light gave up his friendship with Gabriel to pursue Destruction Magic, although part of it wasn't his choice. He enjoyed destroying many things, so it was a fun hobby, although his mother rarely let him use his magic for fear he would be discovered and taken away. In order to protect him from being stolen, Nericia also kept him in her sights at all times. He wasn't allowed to go anywhere without her, and they always practiced on their property, behind closed doors.

When he became a teenager, he was obsessed with learning. He wanted to learn about everything, whether it was a spell or a worm. His mother taught him as much as she could, but it wasn't enough. She didn't ever let him use magic, so he had no experience. At age 16 he set out into the world. He knew a few spells, and if those failed he had his fencing. Even with his mother's training, he wasn't a fully fledged mage. He didn't ever get the proper training. He never studied under monks, so he doesn't have much control over his magic. Light's magic unstable because it is based on his emotion. He is usually calm, and that works out best with his magic, but with feelings of anger or excitement it becomes more devastating and out of control. If Light is ever depressed or sad, his magic is less powerful and is more likely to fail. When terribly depressed or sad, he can't summon more than a simple flame. The more intense and powerful the emotion, the more it controls his magic. Anger, anxiety, fear, anguish, excitement, along with a few other things are very strong emotions that cause his magic to become more dangerous. Sadness, emotional numbness, daze, and other things are strong in their own sense, but they dampen his magical ability.

Light had enough to protect himself as he traveled the nation. Learning is his passion, and even with as much as he knows, he seeks to learn more. He knows powerful magic and an assortment of things about the creatures and science of the world. Even though he's not fond of people, he still chose to learn about them too. He learned more about his magic through experience and figured out what worked best for him, but sometimes his emotions still get out of control.

Light hungers for more knowledge, and will seek it to the edges of the earth. He wants to become immortal just so he can continue to learn forever. He has his mother to thank for his passion, and he would gladly die if it meant he knew everything.

Extras

Character Quote:
“Knowledge is power? No. Knowledge on its own is nothing, but the application of useful knowledge, now that
is powerful.”
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Vivaldi Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave
Anything Else:
"I swear allegiance to High Mist. May she never fall."

The Unfortunate Thirteen

12 had forgotten everything, and internally it was freaking him the fuck out. He didn't show the others his confusion or fear though. They already thought him weak. He stepped out of the pod, after taking note that the other person that was awake got yanked out. He wouldn't let them touch him, and if they did... well, 12 didn't know what he would do. He was pissed that he didn't know anything about himself, this place or the others. And he was pissed that these people were walking all over them. As angry as he was though, he wasn't an idiot. The one person that was there looked tough, and probably knew some weird martial art. 12 didn't assume anyone in this room was his ally, and if he wanted to take one down everyone would probably pile on. So, instead of acting, he stood in silence, glaring.

12 glared at the walls, the pods, the man in the doorway, and the girl with the colored hair. He glared at everything, taking it all in. He was cold and angry, but something in him told him not to act. Maybe it was his common sense. Even with a nagging feeling, he was ready to fight. He was tense and ready to spring, like a tiger trapped in a cage. He wanted to get out of here, but it didn't feel like he had much choice.

Aieth - The World Between

@Leotamer

Norix was sipping on her drink, lost in thought when someone sat at her table. At first, she was caught off guard. She had tried the tactic of sitting at someone else's table before and was shooed away. Well, not exactly shooed. They cursed at her until she left. Norix sniffed the air, a habit she picked up from members of her group, and smelled the pleasant scent of human. She liked the way they smelled. They always seemed cleaner than the rest of the races. Dracon's didn't have much of a smell, they smelled like dirt and dry skin. Her father taught her that if someone smelled like garbage, that was their personality. Someone who is well-groomed tends to be nicer than those that aren't.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there. Mind if I sit here?"

Nori blinked a few times. It took a moment for her to register that someone was talking to her.

"Oh, why yes!" Norix stuttered through newfound excitement. No one here really wanted to talk to her, and she didn't want to talk to them. This bar was full of disreputable characters, but this man didn't seem to play the part of a hooligan. He seemed nice.

"Here, let me buy you some dinner," Nori gave a warm smile, her sharp teeth slightly ruining it. Her teeth were clean, or at least she thought. She was suddenly very self-conscious about it. If she had food in her teeth, it would ruin the entire meeting. Lucky for her, she didn't.

Nori waved down a waitress, her toothy smile still on her face. She was being a bit of a doof, but she didn't really get the chance to prepare. She was happy to have the company, even if all they did was eat at the same table.

"You can order anything you like!" Nori was slightly shaking as she talked.

She wasn't used to this and she was anxious to make a good first impression. Humans were difficult and it seemed the simplest thing would change how they looked at you. This man seemed nice, and Nori wanted a friend. Maybe, if she was lucky, he would give her some information about this place. Norix felt like she was getting ahead of herself, but she was too giddy to care. It could've been her anxiety, or it could've been the drinks. Either way, it was too late now.

Corrupted Veins

Interested!