The female warrior with ice blue eyes grew up in a cult and as a result she tends to show little emotion. She can kill in cold-blood, but only if necessary. She keeps her dark brown hair tied up. Her weapon of choice is a battle ax, which she once used to behead disobedient cult members when she was part of the cult.
She responds only to someone that she sees as legitimate authority. Teachers get automatic leadership positions in her eyes and if they tell her to jump she'll say "How high?" Other students however have to earn her respect, and not just by using brute strength.
She responds only to someone that she sees as legitimate authority. Teachers get automatic leadership positions in her eyes and if they tell her to jump she'll say "How high?" Other students however have to earn her respect, and not just by using brute strength.
The halls were rather quiet for the time being although it could never be remained on to stay that way, however, today it was only filled with the melody of Loch Lomond, a song that the wizard would always be caught humming if he were simply roaming down the halls. He enjoyed the resonance, and the way the tune bounced from the walls as it left his throat. Currently, he had brought the task upon himself to gather up some names and friends to make up for the three years in the academy that he hadn't.
His golden eyes were planted on the ground while he ran through memories and other things that happened to be on his mind, the muffled click from the heels of his shoes echoing faintly. Every now and then he swept his dark blue hair from his eyes, yet he didn't find it agitating at the slightest. Due to there being no activity that was within range, he figured not many were around this time of day, but of course he happened to always be proven wrong as he came into view of a student. Not anyone he recognized. Of course. It's not as if he recognized most around the place despite his long time there. Nevertheless he flashed a quick smile.
"I hope you're having fun standing there," he joked, his voice a deep baritone though he looked to be much more of a tenor, but even so, he tried to be as welcoming as spring.
His golden eyes were planted on the ground while he ran through memories and other things that happened to be on his mind, the muffled click from the heels of his shoes echoing faintly. Every now and then he swept his dark blue hair from his eyes, yet he didn't find it agitating at the slightest. Due to there being no activity that was within range, he figured not many were around this time of day, but of course he happened to always be proven wrong as he came into view of a student. Not anyone he recognized. Of course. It's not as if he recognized most around the place despite his long time there. Nevertheless he flashed a quick smile.
"I hope you're having fun standing there," he joked, his voice a deep baritone though he looked to be much more of a tenor, but even so, he tried to be as welcoming as spring.
The brown haired girl turned her head to regard the man. Well, she couldn't really be called a girl, but a 5'4" she was just short enough that she might pass for younger than she really was. Her ice blue eyes swept up and down the stranger. There wasn't even a hint of a smile or friendliness on her face. It was like her personality was as icy as her eyes. "Is there something wrong with standing?" Her voice was cool, with the potential to be sweet, but flat. Standing rigidly, she kept her ax in her left hand. Her posture gave her away as someone with some sort of previous training, but it was unclear what kind of training or to what level.
She was a new student. To be honest, she wasn't sure how she'd gotten here. After the place she'd called home for her whole life was taken over, she'd been sent here. The men who sent her here said it would be good for her to learn how to live among 'normal' people.
She was still adjusting to new clothes that were light grey with dark blue accents. In spite of her fussing, they'd refused to let her keep her clothes. Her thoughts snapped back to the present and she refocused on the man in front of her.
She was a new student. To be honest, she wasn't sure how she'd gotten here. After the place she'd called home for her whole life was taken over, she'd been sent here. The men who sent her here said it would be good for her to learn how to live among 'normal' people.
She was still adjusting to new clothes that were light grey with dark blue accents. In spite of her fussing, they'd refused to let her keep her clothes. Her thoughts snapped back to the present and she refocused on the man in front of her.
From what he could see, she was quite the stony person and didn't express much.. Or nothing at all perhaps. He found these people hard to cope with, but surely the work of companionship would pay off if he did everything correctly and in correctly, it was simply being himself. If she found something wrong in him then so be it, he would never complain. A simple mismatch is all. "Standing?" his head tilted comically as his walk came to a pause, "No. But standing alone, then yes, I would think something is wrong. Have you a squad, lass?"
By now a couple of students had their squads rounded up and ready for a mission if they had gone through the proper training, Nelís however didn't have a deep nor did he need one. For the time being he was the Master of the Arena in place of Errown until proven that the Nether was well which was hopefully soon. The wizard enjoyed spars now and then, but wasn't fond of the idea of doing it consistently. He'd rather go for something less stressful. For example: reading, napping, meditating, any of those things would be considered time worthy to Nelís, but sparring. That was far to much effort on his behalf. One or twice a week would do well though.
By now a couple of students had their squads rounded up and ready for a mission if they had gone through the proper training, Nelís however didn't have a deep nor did he need one. For the time being he was the Master of the Arena in place of Errown until proven that the Nether was well which was hopefully soon. The wizard enjoyed spars now and then, but wasn't fond of the idea of doing it consistently. He'd rather go for something less stressful. For example: reading, napping, meditating, any of those things would be considered time worthy to Nelís, but sparring. That was far to much effort on his behalf. One or twice a week would do well though.
Her ice blue eyes stared at him intently, as if they could see past his eyes and into his head. "I do not." She responded to his question, her voice remaining flat. Upon realizing that he was likely a superior to her, she stood straighter, if that was possible. "I just got here today." The girl turned her gaze away from him for a moment, sweeping the room.
After a moment, she returned her focus to him. Her well trained composure and reserved mannerism were only a face she put on, but after years of being trained to not feel, she'd forgotten how to be anything but cold. Someone like this man before her, who could be so casual, made her feel a sense of loneliness.
Her conflicting emotions were easily concealed, but a hint of agitation was visible on her face. Her fingers of her left hand toyed with her ax handle, a habit she had when she was feeling uncomfortable.
After a moment, she returned her focus to him. Her well trained composure and reserved mannerism were only a face she put on, but after years of being trained to not feel, she'd forgotten how to be anything but cold. Someone like this man before her, who could be so casual, made her feel a sense of loneliness.
Her conflicting emotions were easily concealed, but a hint of agitation was visible on her face. Her fingers of her left hand toyed with her ax handle, a habit she had when she was feeling uncomfortable.
"Ah," his face lit in realization, but only briefly before an apologetic smile appeared on his lips, "well I would have welcomed you if I knew." A light chuckle left his throat as he approached her, feeling that being across the hall was not an appropriate place to greet someone although being too close would through them off as well. He was sure to have some distance, but some closeness at the same time. "I'm sorry, why don't I start over," he cleared his throat in an aspiring manner before he held out a courteous white gloved hand to the woman, "I'm Nelís Orlitt. You could call me Nelís, or Mister Orlitt, but it hardly matters to me what you decide to label me."
She managed a slight smile, it was an awkward and forced smile, but a smile nonetheless. It flustered her to have someone apologize to her. And it made her more uneasy when he extended a hand. Was she to shake it? She wasn't sure. How did one greet others in the world outside the cult? She swallowed hard and managed to find her voice. "Lyserria. I'm Lyserria." For a moment, she was acutely aware that she lacked a surname, but she'd never thought it was strange until meeting people who all did. Cautiously, she extended her thin, calloused hand to him. "I apologize that I do not know how to greet people, yet. I grew up... separate from the world." She hoped that answer wasn't too vague, but she wasn't sure what she did or didn't want people to know about her past.
The sound of a door handle jiggled for a moment before a tall man entered the hall from the door behind Neils. The man was thin and had black hair with green lines in it, similar to Highlights. He was donned in leather armour that was dyed black and had green detail. He had two burlap bags on each side of his hip as they were tied around his waist with a leather belt. He had leather boots with thick toes and undersides to them. His form was thin and slightly athletic, and his hight was a reasonable 6'2".
His familiar emerald green eyes looked around lazily as he was trying to spot the noise. He knew someone was out here talking, but he wasn't sure. His body seemed to be slumped and limp, his armour seemed to be disheveled and he seemed to be a wreck, like he was hit by a car or thrown to a wall or... Getting out of bed. "What is it?" He mumbled as he realized the people were still here. His voice was groggy and tired, too much for him to sound like a normal person. He saw the two and smiled a bit, his white teeth were shining and showing two long sharp fangs. He stood up a bit straighter and smiled to the two again, more politely as he lifted his left arm up and waved to them with a gloved hand, the glove was thick leather and had a slat of flint in his thumb and a slat of steel in his middle finger. He placed his hand down on his hip and cleared his throat as he looked to the two, "you guys okay?" He spoke again, his voice was clearer now, more tenor and deeper sounding, more sonorous than before. It sounded slightly familiar but at not too familiar.
His familiar emerald green eyes looked around lazily as he was trying to spot the noise. He knew someone was out here talking, but he wasn't sure. His body seemed to be slumped and limp, his armour seemed to be disheveled and he seemed to be a wreck, like he was hit by a car or thrown to a wall or... Getting out of bed. "What is it?" He mumbled as he realized the people were still here. His voice was groggy and tired, too much for him to sound like a normal person. He saw the two and smiled a bit, his white teeth were shining and showing two long sharp fangs. He stood up a bit straighter and smiled to the two again, more politely as he lifted his left arm up and waved to them with a gloved hand, the glove was thick leather and had a slat of flint in his thumb and a slat of steel in his middle finger. He placed his hand down on his hip and cleared his throat as he looked to the two, "you guys okay?" He spoke again, his voice was clearer now, more tenor and deeper sounding, more sonorous than before. It sounded slightly familiar but at not too familiar.
The wizard took note on how slow she was to react, her smile being evidently forced, however the explanation was quickly given when she revealed that she had a rather secluded past contrasting from him whose traveled all over the world. He could possibly be some assistance to her. "That's reasonable," he chuckled before be added, "It's good that you're here too. I'm sure you'll be able to build up those social skills quickly." His hand hadn't stayed clasped to hers for long as he returned it to his side, and his head tilted to another sound that caught his attention.
The wizard peeked over his shoulder at the man who had just emerged from his room, fresh from the bed. His presence brought, yet again, another smile to Nelís's lips and he laughed at the man's languid state. "We're just fine," he waved his hand nonchalantly, "The question is are you okay? Most likely not because we've never met before." Nothing, in the wizard's eyes, could be considered okay if he had no part of it though it was a reasonable joke. He seemed to lighten the mood when things happened to get dense for whatever reason it may be.
The wizard peeked over his shoulder at the man who had just emerged from his room, fresh from the bed. His presence brought, yet again, another smile to Nelís's lips and he laughed at the man's languid state. "We're just fine," he waved his hand nonchalantly, "The question is are you okay? Most likely not because we've never met before." Nothing, in the wizard's eyes, could be considered okay if he had no part of it though it was a reasonable joke. He seemed to lighten the mood when things happened to get dense for whatever reason it may be.
Lyserria remained tense, but she was relieved that she didn't mess up the greeting too much. "I'll do my best." She said, straightening up and taking his words as an order, sort of. It was easier for her that way. Without being told what to do, she tended to internally worry about what she was supposed to do.
The arrival of another person made her stiffen again and stand at attention like a soldier. She focused on the newcomer and the passing of words from Mister Orlitt to the newcomer. Her icy eyes studied the man who had clearly just woken up. It did startle her to notice the man had fangs, but she didn't show her surprise on the outside. Something about this man made her remember the cult she'd been raised in, probably because the cult had worshiped demons.
The arrival of another person made her stiffen again and stand at attention like a soldier. She focused on the newcomer and the passing of words from Mister Orlitt to the newcomer. Her icy eyes studied the man who had clearly just woken up. It did startle her to notice the man had fangs, but she didn't show her surprise on the outside. Something about this man made her remember the cult she'd been raised in, probably because the cult had worshiped demons.
He huffed and waved his hand, a soft pht came from his lips as if the man was nearly joking with him. "I'm fine, just kinda sleepy now." He spoke as he walked out, pulling to door behind him to a shut. He smiled a bit more as he turned back and didn't notice until he got closer that he was towering over the two. He chuckled a bit as he cleared his throat, "how come everyone around here is taller than me or shorter than me?" He questioned nonchalantly, he didn't seem like a men to complain much, but his words always seemed to come out as a joke more than a whine.
He started to fix up his armour where he stood, not really caring that much for privacy, though he was wearing casual clothes underneath for reasons of class taking. After he was more straightened up and more presentable. He looked to the man and scratched his head softly, "no, I don't think I've met you around here." He spoke as he grew a smile once more. "I'm benton, Tien Benton." He chirped as he put out his hand, the other glove seemed to be fingerless and leather as well, though it was silly to have two gloves of different fashion and wear both, but he must have had his reasons.
He started to fix up his armour where he stood, not really caring that much for privacy, though he was wearing casual clothes underneath for reasons of class taking. After he was more straightened up and more presentable. He looked to the man and scratched his head softly, "no, I don't think I've met you around here." He spoke as he grew a smile once more. "I'm benton, Tien Benton." He chirped as he put out his hand, the other glove seemed to be fingerless and leather as well, though it was silly to have two gloves of different fashion and wear both, but he must have had his reasons.
"You're an incompatible height is all," the wizard hadn't minded him being tall, he simply did not want to have to break his neck looking up, but with the perception that it would be rude not to look at someone when speaking to them, he had anyway. His eyes flickered to his fangs before back to his eyes, "and you look to have quite the bite." He added the joke briskly and under his breath before he took a step back beside his, supposed, newly gained friend. It wasn't because of the fangs that he had brought some distance between them, he'd met someone earlier with the same trait, but he didn't want to suffer a sore neck from staring up too long.
Nelís figured the man was more on the physical side with battles, as for the wizard...? Not entirely as much, matter of fact, hardly at all. He was very much reliant on his magic though he found nothing wrong with it. It was nothing he had to acquire in place of physical attributes, but bestowed upon him by whatever god set him in his mother's womb. Even so, he did attempt a few spars without the use of his magic though it was his body's natural way of protecting him. He may just have to do it again with Benton this time. Certainly he could gain new skills every once and a while. "Nelís Orlitt," the wizard took his hand in a firm shake, knowing that Lyserria was still uneasy with such things. His eyes turned to her, a smile still resting on his lips, "And this is Lyserria." He didn't want to introduce her fully, not wanting to take away her opportunity to learn to speak with others.
Nelís figured the man was more on the physical side with battles, as for the wizard...? Not entirely as much, matter of fact, hardly at all. He was very much reliant on his magic though he found nothing wrong with it. It was nothing he had to acquire in place of physical attributes, but bestowed upon him by whatever god set him in his mother's womb. Even so, he did attempt a few spars without the use of his magic though it was his body's natural way of protecting him. He may just have to do it again with Benton this time. Certainly he could gain new skills every once and a while. "Nelís Orlitt," the wizard took his hand in a firm shake, knowing that Lyserria was still uneasy with such things. His eyes turned to her, a smile still resting on his lips, "And this is Lyserria." He didn't want to introduce her fully, not wanting to take away her opportunity to learn to speak with others.
Lyserria stared up at the man, her ice blue eyes taking him in. Whatever thoughts she had about his height, she kept to herself. When he started adjusting his armor, she averted her eyes, not particularly interested in watching a man fuss with his clothes. She noted that Mas- Mister Orlitt moved back a bit from the man, though why exactly she wasn't sure. Internally, she scolded herself for nearly referring to someone as Master... she didn't have a Master anymore.
She straightened up when her name was given to Mister Benton. With a slight nod of her head, she spoke up for herself. "I'm new here as of today, so you will have to forgive my lack of... er... social knowledge or tact." Cautiously, she stepped up to the man and extended her hand to shake.
She straightened up when her name was given to Mister Benton. With a slight nod of her head, she spoke up for herself. "I'm new here as of today, so you will have to forgive my lack of... er... social knowledge or tact." Cautiously, she stepped up to the man and extended her hand to shake.
He smiled a bit and looked to the woman, nodding a bit and raising the hand he used to shake Nelis' saluted her with his index and middle finger extended. "Pleasure to meet you too, Luserria." He spoke, but realizing her coming to give him a hand shake, he did what she gestured and laughed a bit, "either is fine, I don't really care." He spoke and smiled a bit more, "nothing to worry about with social stuff, I'm not really seen here due to my classes and sleeping. I would study but," he smiled and shrugged, "look at me, I don't need help." He laughed a bit more and smiled, "being in school at 20 was not something I expected, but whatever the reason I am here makes it better." He shrugged, it was clear that whatever he was talking about wasn't present or really coherent, he must have slept for too long.
He heard Nelis' comment about his teeth and decided to answer it not really caring how it was put, "my brother, sister and I all have the same set of teeth, I don't know why but.." As he trailed off. His face lit up a bit more and he smiled and placed his closed fist into his other as a gesture of realization, "that's right! My brother! That's why I'm here! I'm looking for him." He smiled a bit and shook his head, "how could I forget." He scolded himself, laughing a bit. "Sorry, I didn't wake up until a few seconds a go." He commented and smiled a bit to them, his familiar emerald eyes looking back to them two as his fangs were shining under the light.
He heard Nelis' comment about his teeth and decided to answer it not really caring how it was put, "my brother, sister and I all have the same set of teeth, I don't know why but.." As he trailed off. His face lit up a bit more and he smiled and placed his closed fist into his other as a gesture of realization, "that's right! My brother! That's why I'm here! I'm looking for him." He smiled a bit and shook his head, "how could I forget." He scolded himself, laughing a bit. "Sorry, I didn't wake up until a few seconds a go." He commented and smiled a bit to them, his familiar emerald eyes looking back to them two as his fangs were shining under the light.
Though it was a simple metaphorical phrase the he did look him over as he said look at me. Personally, the wizard thought that maybe there could be a few things he could study or look over. Surely, he couldn't have been that knowledgeable, he was only twenty for God's sake, there's much more room for learning in that young brain of his. "There's a lot you can learn here, I'd take it to my advantage if I were searching for my brother in a place like this," his arms crossed loosely over his chest as a faint grin settled onto his lips. He returned to the fact of his brother, his head tipping as he mused over the new fact. "Did he happen to get lost?" the wizard questioned as he thought of the possible ways they could have been separated. In childhood maybe?
"It is a pleasure to meet you, as well, Mister Benton." Lyserria felt a bit awkward for approaching the man and once they'd shaken hands she backed up a bit. She studied the man for a few moments, he really was an interesting specimen. He seemed a bit incoherent, likely because he'd woken up recently. Though, when he mentioned looking for a brother, she straightened up. Maybe she could help. How many people would have fangs like that?
Before she spoke, Mister Orlitt did and asked further about the brother. She held her silence, interested to hear what the man responded. She'd never had siblings that she knew of. But then again, she didn't grow up in a normal family or home.
Before she spoke, Mister Orlitt did and asked further about the brother. She held her silence, interested to hear what the man responded. She'd never had siblings that she knew of. But then again, she didn't grow up in a normal family or home.
He smiled a bit less and thought for a moment. "Well, if feels like forever a go, but I was told by a large cult from the underworld that I was supposed to find an overlord and kill him, but then I found that the overlord I was looking for just happen to be my brother." He spoke with a wide grin, laughing a bit. "My younger brother is master magician and can create anything from air, he is a powerful wizard and was feared for years in the underworld, but since the mentioning of the brotherhood-the cult that told me to kill him-around the underworld, people were more scared of them than him, they even said the he was killed." His face became more determined and he shook his head, "but I don't believe those lies, I know he is still alive and I decided to look." He sighed a bit and slumped slightly, "but the underworld is a biiig place, and I thought hope was gone." He smiled a bit more as he stood up again, "but someone mentioned the area called Branchwood and that is was a military Academy made for people like him, so why not search here, he could be here." He smiled a bit more,
His story, though true, sounded quite silly to be something of truth, this man was a fool, but he was not someone who gives up on family, he smiled a bit to the two with his familiar emerald eyes, "but I'm not sure any more, after a year here of searching, he didn't show, but I am not certain I am done with him." He spoke with a determined tone. "But," he slumped again, "it has been a while, so I might have missed him while here." He mumbled a bit as he stood up again, this man was truly dynamic and energetic, which made him seem more foolish than he was.
His story, though true, sounded quite silly to be something of truth, this man was a fool, but he was not someone who gives up on family, he smiled a bit to the two with his familiar emerald eyes, "but I'm not sure any more, after a year here of searching, he didn't show, but I am not certain I am done with him." He spoke with a determined tone. "But," he slumped again, "it has been a while, so I might have missed him while here." He mumbled a bit as he stood up again, this man was truly dynamic and energetic, which made him seem more foolish than he was.
The wizard's arms fell to his sides as he took in the new information, his face filled with confusion and more so, bewilderment as he was just being enlightened that he had the privilege of running into an overlord. He wasn't sure those type of things had existed though he had run into some who weren't human before, but he still had the audacity to be cynical towards it all. "There's actually an underworld?" it had suddenly become the next trip on his list to take and a smile rose ever so widely onto his lips, "You'll have to take me there someday." He peered over at Lyserria, grinning slightly before returning his gaze to Benton. "Of course we'll have to take Lyserria along too, she has the whole world to discover," if he hadn't known she was reticent he most definitely would've hugged her to his side in excitement, but he kept himself from doing so. Mostly likely if he had they'd both think he was quite drastic, and there were also times he would need to be taken seriously.
"I think you'll recognize him quickly," his shoulders rose and fell quickly before pulled out his pocket watch, looking at only one although he usually took a glance at both of the two that he had currently on his person. "I'm getting a bit hungry," he slipped it back into his vest promptly as he looked between the two, "Cafeteria anyone?"
"I think you'll recognize him quickly," his shoulders rose and fell quickly before pulled out his pocket watch, looking at only one although he usually took a glance at both of the two that he had currently on his person. "I'm getting a bit hungry," he slipped it back into his vest promptly as he looked between the two, "Cafeteria anyone?"
Lyserria listened to the man's story in silent interest. The mention of the underworld gave her chills. So the cult wasn't totally off track in worshiping demons. "I'm sure you'll find your brother." She offered sheepishly. While she knew nothing of family, clearly it was important to him. "Nothing is impossible, right?" She managed a small smile.
She toyed with her ax handle for a moment before strapping her ax to her back. After strapping her ax to her back, she folded her arms over her chest. Mister Orlitt's suggestion of going to the underworld made her feel anxious. "Ah... I'm alright without going to the underworld." She said cautiously, trying to not let on that the thought of the underworld made even a well hardened person like her frightened.
The suggestion to go to the cafeteria confused her. "What is a Cafeteria?" She asked awkwardly.
She toyed with her ax handle for a moment before strapping her ax to her back. After strapping her ax to her back, she folded her arms over her chest. Mister Orlitt's suggestion of going to the underworld made her feel anxious. "Ah... I'm alright without going to the underworld." She said cautiously, trying to not let on that the thought of the underworld made even a well hardened person like her frightened.
The suggestion to go to the cafeteria confused her. "What is a Cafeteria?" She asked awkwardly.
Benton nodded and smile,d "yes, the place exists, what you think people just die and go off on their own?" He asked sharply, mainly a joke, he laughed a bit and smiled, "as soon as I find brother, I will definitely take you guys with me," in Lyserria mentioning her decline, he smiled a bit and shrugged, "your decision to join me, brother and I will be gone as soon as we are found so make your decision quick." He smirked as he looked over to the watch Nelis had his watch, he smiled a nit, "brother has a watch that cam immediately adjust with time of whatever realm he's in." He nearly bragged, though it was silly to brag about someone else.
At the utterance of cafeteria and questioning its existence. He smiled a bit more, "three easy words" he spoke as he looked to Lyserria and raised his gloved hand, each finger going up as he spoke the words, "ya eat food." He smiled at the end of his statement and waved his hand, "c'mon, I'll lead." He stated as he walked forward, "they're really big on food here and they like to please people with their accommodations of food and study."
At the utterance of cafeteria and questioning its existence. He smiled a bit more, "three easy words" he spoke as he looked to Lyserria and raised his gloved hand, each finger going up as he spoke the words, "ya eat food." He smiled at the end of his statement and waved his hand, "c'mon, I'll lead." He stated as he walked forward, "they're really big on food here and they like to please people with their accommodations of food and study."
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