[Thread] Enter the Dragoon |Open|
Who: Kain Highwind, OPEN
Where: train station/beginning area
When: mid-afternoon, his first day
Summary: The Dragoon has arrived.
Warnings: Depends on who shows up?
Kain stepped off the platform and glanced around at his new surroundings. Obviously the city was full of commoners more than any other citizenry class, as indicated by the most common clothing fashion worn by the passer-by. In his full set of armor, deep sky blue, with intimidating dragon helm and spear set by his side, surely he must have looked like both the noblest and fiercest creature these folk had seen in quite some time. His sapphire hued eyes peered somewhat derisively at the people and surroundings from behind the eye-shield of his helmet. The dragon shaped eyes he peered through were dark yellow and as impassive as the lower half of his face which he kept as stoicly neutral as possible. Misleading, the top set of dragon eyes with their grayish-white coloration stared out at the world too, unseeing yet twice the fiercer as they appeared to be the very dragon this Dragoon might have ridden back in his home. Altogether his appearance was rather made to be awe- and fear-inspiring.
Truly, he was a great warrior. He had taken after his father neatly. His Jump attack was an affair to be reckoned with, and his spear flashed swiftly when set into motion. His armor was as sturdy as his family honor, and his pride knew nearly no bounds.
Highwind finally moved after a long while of remaining utterly still. Surely, he frightened one of the recent passer-by with his sudden departure from appearing as though an oddly placed statue. He gripped his spear tightly in the left hand, straightened his form even more than it already appeared, and set off down the road at a moderate pace. He was in no hurry to begin anew, it seemed. And yet, surely he came here for a reason only a few would have really known the true extent.
Where: train station/beginning area
When: mid-afternoon, his first day
Summary: The Dragoon has arrived.
Warnings: Depends on who shows up?
Kain stepped off the platform and glanced around at his new surroundings. Obviously the city was full of commoners more than any other citizenry class, as indicated by the most common clothing fashion worn by the passer-by. In his full set of armor, deep sky blue, with intimidating dragon helm and spear set by his side, surely he must have looked like both the noblest and fiercest creature these folk had seen in quite some time. His sapphire hued eyes peered somewhat derisively at the people and surroundings from behind the eye-shield of his helmet. The dragon shaped eyes he peered through were dark yellow and as impassive as the lower half of his face which he kept as stoicly neutral as possible. Misleading, the top set of dragon eyes with their grayish-white coloration stared out at the world too, unseeing yet twice the fiercer as they appeared to be the very dragon this Dragoon might have ridden back in his home. Altogether his appearance was rather made to be awe- and fear-inspiring.
Truly, he was a great warrior. He had taken after his father neatly. His Jump attack was an affair to be reckoned with, and his spear flashed swiftly when set into motion. His armor was as sturdy as his family honor, and his pride knew nearly no bounds.
Highwind finally moved after a long while of remaining utterly still. Surely, he frightened one of the recent passer-by with his sudden departure from appearing as though an oddly placed statue. He gripped his spear tightly in the left hand, straightened his form even more than it already appeared, and set off down the road at a moderate pace. He was in no hurry to begin anew, it seemed. And yet, surely he came here for a reason only a few would have really known the true extent.