The young Hyur going by the name of, Marick had been mullingover everything, from being offered a spot in the Grand Company known as The Immortal Flames; it’s not like he was put off by the idea, more so he felt undeserving. It was almost as if he had this sense of impending doom should he accept the position. He had an inkling that he’d start at the bottom, yet what else did he had coming for him; a never ending run at being a Gladiator, with no experience in doing anything but? It was strange as he stepped through the rolling and shifting sands of the Sagolii, he pondered on so much that he would easily miss a slight movement; the young man had a fresh face, overly fresh as if he hadn’t seen an ounce of combat, but unfortunately scars upon that ‘fresh’ face took away any misconceptions. He had hazel hues that held the warmest of gazes at all times, even during times of distress they stayed the shame, never shaking under the weight of disdainful situations. His cropped deep purple colored locks blew against the sand stirring breeze which came from his right; he had nary a clue to where he trekked, he just knew he’d find his way back to Ul’Dah should he have to. Marick’s outfit didn’t suggest that he was ready for the heat; he wore a red trench coat, a buckle holding it just below the collar, the tail coming down just to his thighs barely covering the bronze boots and shin guards he had. The same with his sleeves, he wore bronze gauntlets that traveled up to his elbow leaving room to bend his arm completely. On his left hip he had, with much visibility, a spatha; a shortsword perfect for stabbing a ladybug. It was a great weapon, and versatile for his use. Upon his back was a round, maple shield with markings on it; the object almost felt empowering. His stumbling around while mindlessly examining himself led him to a rather unfortunate event; one misstep caused him to stagger, and eventually tumble forward in an awful barreling down a rather large rock; it was comical really, his fall, but it still hurt immensely. To add to the humor his yelp as he tripped was a loud:
“Yikes!â€
And as he fell there were a numerous amount of gruntsaccompanied by loud thuds against rock. When he landed upon the ground, he met a face full of gritty sand; some of it being forcefully stuffed into his mouth;
“Agah!â€
He gagged uncomfortably. He instantaneously sat up, spittaking; the sand shooting from his mouth while he effortlessly attempted to rid his tongue of left over grains,
“Bah…Blah…Gath thith sucksh!†(God this sucks)
Once he finished with his sanitizing, he found himselfsitting without a worry; maybe it was a lengthy delay on realization, his legs crossing at his calves with his hands just in between his thighs. His expression was altogether unaltered, even though he obviously noticed the five strange eye drawing beings, three Miqo’te individuals and two Elezens. The situation, as he gathered, was already simmering from a bit of tension; he didn’t really speak, but a quiet sigh could be heard from him. Marick simply sat there a mix between dumbfounded, and calmness; calmness being more overt.
“Someone started a party…And didn't even- invite-...Me.“
There goes his incessant need to intrude verbally, if he was or not,it still needed to be quieted; he gave a sheepish, nearly embarrassing smile. He even closed his eyes, which was an attempt to not see any notes of idiocy being pointed at him through the tiny crowd’s expressions.
“I seem to have stumbled on…A get together? F-Forgive me, I’dget up, but you see I just splatted on the ground; my legs hurt. So…You might have to mo-“
Marick cuts himself off a second times, though he alreadysaw the cat-like ears that all Miqo’te possess, he obviously adored the ears; the closest Miqo’te to him (K’nahli) would be the first to receive this gesture of adoration,
“Kitty ears?! SO cute!â€
His eyes figuratively lit up with hearts, he absolutely lovedcats coupled with the fact that she was a girl; the Miqo’te made up those he admittedly spoke to when he had no room to do so in the first place. However, he caught himself in that moment, quieting down for the last time; the situation was already awkward enough, added by his sudden mishap of stumbling upon the small conversing group and obvious strange outward affection towards the Miqo’te’s (K’nahli’s) cat-like ears.
“Yikes!â€
And as he fell there were a numerous amount of gruntsaccompanied by loud thuds against rock. When he landed upon the ground, he met a face full of gritty sand; some of it being forcefully stuffed into his mouth;
“Agah!â€
He gagged uncomfortably. He instantaneously sat up, spittaking; the sand shooting from his mouth while he effortlessly attempted to rid his tongue of left over grains,
“Bah…Blah…Gath thith sucksh!†(God this sucks)
Once he finished with his sanitizing, he found himselfsitting without a worry; maybe it was a lengthy delay on realization, his legs crossing at his calves with his hands just in between his thighs. His expression was altogether unaltered, even though he obviously noticed the five strange eye drawing beings, three Miqo’te individuals and two Elezens. The situation, as he gathered, was already simmering from a bit of tension; he didn’t really speak, but a quiet sigh could be heard from him. Marick simply sat there a mix between dumbfounded, and calmness; calmness being more overt.
“Someone started a party…And didn't even- invite-...Me.“
There goes his incessant need to intrude verbally, if he was or not,it still needed to be quieted; he gave a sheepish, nearly embarrassing smile. He even closed his eyes, which was an attempt to not see any notes of idiocy being pointed at him through the tiny crowd’s expressions.
“I seem to have stumbled on…A get together? F-Forgive me, I’dget up, but you see I just splatted on the ground; my legs hurt. So…You might have to mo-“
Marick cuts himself off a second times, though he alreadysaw the cat-like ears that all Miqo’te possess, he obviously adored the ears; the closest Miqo’te to him (K’nahli) would be the first to receive this gesture of adoration,
“Kitty ears?! SO cute!â€
His eyes figuratively lit up with hearts, he absolutely lovedcats coupled with the fact that she was a girl; the Miqo’te made up those he admittedly spoke to when he had no room to do so in the first place. However, he caught himself in that moment, quieting down for the last time; the situation was already awkward enough, added by his sudden mishap of stumbling upon the small conversing group and obvious strange outward affection towards the Miqo’te’s (K’nahli’s) cat-like ears.
Main Character: Marick Silas (Gladiator Level 17, Currently in Gridania)