Post by Wulfi on Sept 4, 2010 1:18:46 GMT -5
It was with small, nearly unnoticeable contractions of his fingers and little sways of the hand that he wielded his craft, at the moment.
Sitting at the counter of the recently opened potions shop was a young man, not too young to be a frivolous teenager yet not to old to be in the midst of his twenties, wearing sage-like robes of red and gold, colors only thought to be worn in such endless dedication by one certain tribe of people, a tribe thought to be extinct. His dark blue hair, hair amassed by curl after curl after curl, was held tight in a low ponytail at the back of his head, not reaching below his shoulder blades.
His subtle yet effortless hand motions sent vials back onto shelves and arranged pots and gems back into their rightful places. Bags of herbal ingredients and such were also taken care of, yet not by magical prowess that one would akin to telekinesis, but something more... natural.
Young children poked their curious heads up in wonder as they remained glued to the windowsill, eager to feast their wide eyes upon the wonder of shopkeeping, as only could be performed by this young man, a man looking much too young to be taking care of a shop solely by his lonesome.
With a simple smile, tranquil and calm, the robed man opened his eyes to look casually at a few tags that needed attaching to things. His eyes, brilliant as they were, had seen so much, and lost the nervous tendencies he had coined in his younger days as an apprentice. Those eyes, as orange and shining as sunset, were wiser beyond their years.
This man had only just moved into the village yesterday, and was already completely set up. The most amazing feature to this feat was that... this man only had one arm, and didn't rise from his seat to stock his shelves.
Who was this character? Where was he from? And would anyone remember him from his last visit to the realm, two years ago?
[You didn't think I killed -all- my characters, did you? Reintroducing, Kouta Mairu. Care to catch up? This RP is open to anyone, whether they've met Kouta or not.]
Sitting at the counter of the recently opened potions shop was a young man, not too young to be a frivolous teenager yet not to old to be in the midst of his twenties, wearing sage-like robes of red and gold, colors only thought to be worn in such endless dedication by one certain tribe of people, a tribe thought to be extinct. His dark blue hair, hair amassed by curl after curl after curl, was held tight in a low ponytail at the back of his head, not reaching below his shoulder blades.
His subtle yet effortless hand motions sent vials back onto shelves and arranged pots and gems back into their rightful places. Bags of herbal ingredients and such were also taken care of, yet not by magical prowess that one would akin to telekinesis, but something more... natural.
Young children poked their curious heads up in wonder as they remained glued to the windowsill, eager to feast their wide eyes upon the wonder of shopkeeping, as only could be performed by this young man, a man looking much too young to be taking care of a shop solely by his lonesome.
With a simple smile, tranquil and calm, the robed man opened his eyes to look casually at a few tags that needed attaching to things. His eyes, brilliant as they were, had seen so much, and lost the nervous tendencies he had coined in his younger days as an apprentice. Those eyes, as orange and shining as sunset, were wiser beyond their years.
This man had only just moved into the village yesterday, and was already completely set up. The most amazing feature to this feat was that... this man only had one arm, and didn't rise from his seat to stock his shelves.
Who was this character? Where was he from? And would anyone remember him from his last visit to the realm, two years ago?
[You didn't think I killed -all- my characters, did you? Reintroducing, Kouta Mairu. Care to catch up? This RP is open to anyone, whether they've met Kouta or not.]
