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Hearing Cole responds to his introduction, the dark-skinned demi grinned just a bit wider. He wasn't sure if he had layed it on a bit too thick. After all, even outside the arena, he wasn't known for his sparkling personality. Though he couldn't help but be on guard with the "subtle" shifting of the shield hero. Cain couldn't be sure without asking but, he was fairly sure his wings were at least partially to blame for Fernando's unease.

Shaking the man's hand he couldn't resist the urge to bare his fangs in a mischievously toothy grin. Though if some of the gasps from a few nosey onlookers were to be trusted it could easily be mistaken for a soundless snarl.

"I am sure your abilities are worth far more than you claim, though I must say. Humility is a rarity in this city aside from the clergy." the winged man said easily as he released Fer's hand and leaned back slightly. It was almost immediately after that he remembered his polar opposite reached out to grab her hand.

However, instead of shaking the proffered appendage, he attempted to turn it so that her knuckles were exposed before lowering his head to place a gentle kiss. "Pleasure, m' lady." He breathed with a wink before turning toward the conversation with the receptionist.

While he held little sympathy for Rayla and her ilk, he wasn't comfortable with her death being so easily discussed. There were few who understood what time in the arena could do to one's mind and those who did had more than there share of scars. Both physical and mental. Despite these thoughts, he was also fully aware that not everyone could be redeemed.

"While I much prefer to ensnare my prey, these aren't just for show. I can hold my own." He declared while motioning to the two whips stored on the outer side of his legs.
Will have a post up later today! Work has been absolutely destroying me lately.
When Dúlamán entered the main hall, he was hit with a small sense of disappointment at the lack of other demi-humans. He knew the number of free demis in the country was few and far between but he expected more than what he could see. Despite that, he went about looking if there was a notice board with any decent rewards. He spared a momentary glance at the door shortly after, noticing the arrival of two men and what he could only assume was an avian demi-human.

"Probably their slave." He thought derisively. Taking a second look, notice that she was well cared for at least. And that darker-skinned man seemed to focus on him for a moment longer than necessary. The ravenette had to bite back the comment on the tip of his tongue, tucking in his wings tighter at the scrutinizing gaze.

He tried to continue, his rather fruitless search of a task that would be in his wheelhouse when a particular name reached his sensitive ears. Rayla Winters, well known in the pits and arena. A fearsome woman, though the vampire was fortunate to say he had never met her. And the crimes she has been said to commit would leave quite the bounty on her head.

"Even split multiple ways, I could make a decent profit from this!" He thought to himself before making a split decision.

Without bothering to really take in the appearances of the three-person group by the desk, Dúlamán sauntered over to them with a welcoming smile. Not the slightest bit disturbed by the idea of interrupting their conversation.

"Good day to you fine gentleman and lovely lady. I couldn't help but overhear that you were planning to take on Rayla Winters. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. Never seen or heard of any opponent of hers getting at least twice of what they gave. If they managed to give any that is." He started gesturing nonchalantly with his hands.

"She isn't someone who would go down easy. You'd have a better chance if you had an idea of how she thinks or at least fights." He bluffed with an easy smirk. "I am Dúlamán Cain, a pleasure to meet you." He added quickly, offering his hand to the one who seemed to be in charge.

It was then that he began to drink in the sight of them all. A young man with armour and a distinctly ornate sword. Another, the darker man from earlier with a shield that almost all Demi-humans could probably draw from the memory of the stories alone. And a fierce young woman, obviously worn by battle with angelic white wings. A counter-point to his almost demonic in their shape and darkness.


Kiyoshi Hyuga



While maintaining the lazy twirling of the senbon in his hand, Kiyoshi let his mind wander slightly once more trying to remember who the Uzumaki was. He was sure they had interacted but couldn't connect a face to the young woman. It was during this time spaced out that his other team-mate approached him, announcing his presence. Jumping at the 'sudden' arrival, Kiyoshi just barely stopped himself from attempting to stab the slightly shorter boy.

"Sorry, you startled me for a second there." He said with a nervous chuckle. Putting the senbon away in the base of his braid, the brunette politely added, "I'll be in your care. It's a pleasure to be teamed with you."

Despite his words, Kiyoshi was wary of the other. He has yet to understand the village's policy of taking in these exchange students from other villages. Sure he could understand Suna or even Taki, but Kiri has been known for not producing the most... stable of shinobi. However, he did want to give the other the benefit of the doubt.

"Perhaps our teammate stepped outside for some fresh air? Shall we check?" He asked as he stood up and started heading for the front door. All the while keeping an eye out for someone slightly apart from any three-person groups.
Sorry for the delay, work wiped me out the last few days. Will have a post up by tonight.
I'll have a post up later today.

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Name:
Dúlamán(Doh-lah-mahn) Cain

Nicknames:
Beast, Lamán, Cain

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Level:
9


Class:
Fighter


Specializations:
Restraining/trapping, Distraction, Cooking, Entertaining(singing)


Magic Affinity:
Dark and Wind


Biography:
Abandoned at a very young age, Dúlamán had been a slave for as long as he could remember. Being a Komori, commonly called a vampire, there were many who sought to buy him if only for his species rarity. Taught to sing and perform, to be the well-behaved slave, quiet until ordered to speak. He was constantly on display and forced to play nice with the humans that treated him as nothing but an object to be shown off. Lamán's resentment grew greater with each passing day until he simply couldn't take it anymore and did the unspeakable. He attacked one of his Master's guests. It was only because his master's "kind nature" that he was given a choice; enter the gladiator pits or be killed. He chose the pits.

There he was forced to fight for his life, day after day, just barely surviving most days due to his naturally enhanced agility and flexibility. At least until the quartermaster offered him a deal: If Dúlamán could survive the going in and out of the arena until he reached the age of 24, then he would be granted his crime would be forgiven and he would be allowed to live as a free man. With the prospect of being free, the vampire trained constantly. Fully aware that he would never be the strongest physically, he focused on furthering his agility and stamina in order to outpace even the oldest of veterans. By the gods he had managed to last and has only recently been given his freedom, though, without the food and shelter the pits provided, he is finding much harder to live freely than he had ever imagined.


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Preferred Weapon(s):
Whips and Daggers


Appearance of Weapon:


Abilities of Weapon:
Has a chance of inflicting a mild paralytic poison, more effective of humanoids and nonpoisonous beasts.

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Skills/Abilities:



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Inventory:

  • Bedroll
  • Rain tarp
  • Entertainer's clothes
  • 20 Copper
The city was bustling with movement as it people went about their days, shopping and meeting up with loved oned. A beautiful day despite the approaching danger that seemed to loom over the country and its people. However, the air of pleasantness shifted as a pair of pointed ears twitched as a tall man headed toward his destination. He couldn't help but wonder if the humans around him were aware that he could hear their hushed conversations and muttered comments as clear as day.

"What is it doing outside the arena?" A lanky, blond-haired man whispered to a petite brunette.

"Who let that beast out of its cage?" A matron murmured as she steered her children away from the tan-skinned demi-human.

Cain really should have known better, these people would only ever see a beast. Instead of reacting to their unease and, frankly, rude comments, the raven-haired man turned headed toward one of the few demi-humans that were out and about.

"Excuse me, sir?" He asked a skittish looking dog-man with floppy golden-colored ears. His arms were full of a basket with fresh fruit and other vegetation.

"Y-ye-yes? H-how may I h-help you?" The other man responded, sheepishly.

"I am looking for the Adventurer's Guild, would you be able to point me in the right direction?" Cain softened his voice to more dulcet tones in an effort to ease the other.

"O-of course! um...Just go straight down th-this road u-until you reach the f-fo-fork. Th-then turn left. Y-you can't m-miss it." The canine fidgeted in place as he pointed out the directions.

"Thank you for your help. Here, for the hospitality." The winged man responded with a toothy grin as he laid five copper pieces in the other man's hand.

Not waiting to see if the man would protest or not, the winged demi ran toward his destination. He had heard that there were a few others like him, free demi-humans who had taken up adventuring as it was one of the few jobs that accepted them, though that was mainly during his time in the pits. Who knew just how much of that was true, or if it was just a fantasy made to give his people some hope.

"Man's gotta eat and I don't think there are many people who would help someone like me. Who knows, maybe the rumours are true and I can join one of the legendary heroes' party. Hehe...As if." He thought derisively just as he saw the large sign just outside of the entrance hall.
That definitely works, he'd mostly be looking for a way to make money.
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