Surtr's Smile [Completed]
Character(s): Axel, and whoever happens to run into him.
Content: Nothing much, he enters the city in a considerably less flashy way than last time, I suppose.
Setting: Muspelheim.
Time: Midday or so.
Warnings: None.
There was a legend in some ancient religion about a place called Muspelheim. Its name meant "flame land", and was a realm composed of eternal fire; only those who were native to it could survive in that place-and it's populace was composed of fire giants. Their leader, forever stationed at the front of the land to defend it, was one named Surtr, who possessed a sword of fire. One day he was to wage war against the gods themselves, and eventually, burn up the entirety of existence.
A black hand reached out, lengthy, spidery fingers stroking their way down the metallic flames admiringly, almost as if the owner of the appendage was in absolute awe of the structure he stood below.
The owner was a name named Axel; he stood almost six-foot-two, not including that spiky mane of shockingly red hair and protruded from the back of his head (the shortest strand could have not been less than five inches). His body was lean and thin, but he possessed a barrel chest and wide, almost womanly hips-and big hands. His eyes were an intense, stark blue-green, accented with black tattoos below them: vertical, slightly-less-than-an-inch black "tears", and a very slight lining around the bottom, much like permanent eyeliner. Always, he donned a black, form fitting coat with a very deep hood and draw strings for it which were decorated with all sorts of miscellaneous silver beads.
Needless to say, he was quite the interesting looking individual.
He laughed softly as he waited-his hood up, concealing, for the most part, any good view of his face, with his arms casually crossed over his chest after he finished touching the gate. Every so often, he inched forward to compensate for the gaps created when the line he stood in advanced. Sometimes, though, he'd shut his eyes slowly and bow his head down the moment he saw the one in front of him step ahead-and he'd stay in his spot, dormant as if he had fallen asleep right there, while standing up. This, of course, was done intentionally-it provoked various noises of displeasure behind his head: insults, jeers, threats... the agitation of the newcomers of Paixao was just too amusing.
Finally, after a few moments of letting them whine, one of the individuals behind him was so bold to take it upon herself to step out of her place and attempt to cut in front of Axel. She was met with his arm suddenly stretched out inches in front of her face, blocking her path. "Ah-ah-aaah, don't you know it's impolite to skip?" He peeked an eye open and looked down at her, and then winked as he let his arm down and moved ahead accordingly.
The girl paused to give him an odd look, hmphed childishly, and then retreated.
When it was finally his turn, he smiled charmingly at the blond lad that asked for his name and then handed him a journal. "The name's Axel," he replied, grasping for the shiny dark thing. "A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
"Ah-yes." The man gave him a hesitant nod and smile, giving the others in line behind Axel an odd uncomfortable look and a shrug.
"Great!" the red-head replied, daring to reach out and pat the boy on the back. "I'm sure I'm going to have a hell of a time here in Paixao."
He looked nervous. Axel chuckled softly and slipped away, out from the gate and into the city.
Content: Nothing much, he enters the city in a considerably less flashy way than last time, I suppose.
Setting: Muspelheim.
Time: Midday or so.
Warnings: None.
There was a legend in some ancient religion about a place called Muspelheim. Its name meant "flame land", and was a realm composed of eternal fire; only those who were native to it could survive in that place-and it's populace was composed of fire giants. Their leader, forever stationed at the front of the land to defend it, was one named Surtr, who possessed a sword of fire. One day he was to wage war against the gods themselves, and eventually, burn up the entirety of existence.
A black hand reached out, lengthy, spidery fingers stroking their way down the metallic flames admiringly, almost as if the owner of the appendage was in absolute awe of the structure he stood below.
The owner was a name named Axel; he stood almost six-foot-two, not including that spiky mane of shockingly red hair and protruded from the back of his head (the shortest strand could have not been less than five inches). His body was lean and thin, but he possessed a barrel chest and wide, almost womanly hips-and big hands. His eyes were an intense, stark blue-green, accented with black tattoos below them: vertical, slightly-less-than-an-inch black "tears", and a very slight lining around the bottom, much like permanent eyeliner. Always, he donned a black, form fitting coat with a very deep hood and draw strings for it which were decorated with all sorts of miscellaneous silver beads.
Needless to say, he was quite the interesting looking individual.
He laughed softly as he waited-his hood up, concealing, for the most part, any good view of his face, with his arms casually crossed over his chest after he finished touching the gate. Every so often, he inched forward to compensate for the gaps created when the line he stood in advanced. Sometimes, though, he'd shut his eyes slowly and bow his head down the moment he saw the one in front of him step ahead-and he'd stay in his spot, dormant as if he had fallen asleep right there, while standing up. This, of course, was done intentionally-it provoked various noises of displeasure behind his head: insults, jeers, threats... the agitation of the newcomers of Paixao was just too amusing.
Finally, after a few moments of letting them whine, one of the individuals behind him was so bold to take it upon herself to step out of her place and attempt to cut in front of Axel. She was met with his arm suddenly stretched out inches in front of her face, blocking her path. "Ah-ah-aaah, don't you know it's impolite to skip?" He peeked an eye open and looked down at her, and then winked as he let his arm down and moved ahead accordingly.
The girl paused to give him an odd look, hmphed childishly, and then retreated.
When it was finally his turn, he smiled charmingly at the blond lad that asked for his name and then handed him a journal. "The name's Axel," he replied, grasping for the shiny dark thing. "A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
"Ah-yes." The man gave him a hesitant nod and smile, giving the others in line behind Axel an odd uncomfortable look and a shrug.
"Great!" the red-head replied, daring to reach out and pat the boy on the back. "I'm sure I'm going to have a hell of a time here in Paixao."
He looked nervous. Axel chuckled softly and slipped away, out from the gate and into the city.