Post by hermes on Jul 27, 2009 14:31:33 GMT -5
OOC: Yosh! This topic is for evil char's, or char's that don't mind being oblivious about Zeniths nature, and have reason to be mercinary.
Zenith was standing at the base of the Grand Canyon, lamenting how little the common people really knew. He was positioned at the Northern Edge of the Canyon, looking into a crevice that seemed to stretch into infinity. It was the magical entrance to the Sacred Dream, that normal people wandered past without a second glance.
Zenith had spared it more than a glance, he knew what was inside. He looked down at his arm, the tattoo on it burning. 'Deviant' was imprinted in his arm, a relic from his past that he couldn't quite leave behind. The killing madness that threatened to overtake him at every turn. He grinned, the challenge was... Magnificent. He pressed his finger against his burning tattoo, and a burst of wind escaped him.
The wind was configured towards...open minded people. Its basic offer was a paid combat mission, the objective being an unspecified object. Zenith was careful to leave any details of the object out of the account, as its type and nature would likely scare off many of his prospective employee's.
He honestly doubted his need for help, but it was always nice to have a scape goat. Just in case everything went swiftly to hell, he had no intention of going with it.
He tapped his foot, waiting impatiently. He didn't know exactly how long it would take for someone useful to show up, but he could wait. If he was impatient about it, he might be able to bargain the price down.
Zenith was standing at the base of the Grand Canyon, lamenting how little the common people really knew. He was positioned at the Northern Edge of the Canyon, looking into a crevice that seemed to stretch into infinity. It was the magical entrance to the Sacred Dream, that normal people wandered past without a second glance.
Zenith had spared it more than a glance, he knew what was inside. He looked down at his arm, the tattoo on it burning. 'Deviant' was imprinted in his arm, a relic from his past that he couldn't quite leave behind. The killing madness that threatened to overtake him at every turn. He grinned, the challenge was... Magnificent. He pressed his finger against his burning tattoo, and a burst of wind escaped him.
The wind was configured towards...open minded people. Its basic offer was a paid combat mission, the objective being an unspecified object. Zenith was careful to leave any details of the object out of the account, as its type and nature would likely scare off many of his prospective employee's.
He honestly doubted his need for help, but it was always nice to have a scape goat. Just in case everything went swiftly to hell, he had no intention of going with it.
He tapped his foot, waiting impatiently. He didn't know exactly how long it would take for someone useful to show up, but he could wait. If he was impatient about it, he might be able to bargain the price down.