Varimal remained quiet for the rest of the night, only speaking when spoken to and simply listening intently, walking nearly a step behind every one else in the part, as if watching their backs. He retreated into his own dark murky thoughts as they exchanged conversation. Even though he got a...
Varimal's hopes were dashed with their answers. The Lancer's talk was nothing short of arrogance and traditional upbringing. Who cared what weapon you head? That was a noble thing, specific weapons to specific talents, specific styles. He considered his answer shortly as he plodded on the road...
Varimal turned the half orc, not really noticing her... how had he passed over her. Perhaps it was the winds of magic. They did will things he did not understand sometimes. He noted her words and said nothing much He was not one for companions however it seems the winds had guided him to this...
Varimal breathed heavily outward holding back a sigh, he would have to work with the lancer girl. Stuck up noble woman, then again who was he to judge for being what the world had made her? He could have very well turned out like that. Fair enough to pair her with him however, she was probably a...
Varimal's felt the pressure of the prana, but he didn't let it show that it affected him instead he put a small smirk on his face as the Kline laid into the others. He decided not to get on any leaders bad sighs but he wasn't going to let anything faze him. He nodded at Suimi's statement a hint...
Varimal sighed at the rising conflict and the barbs that were being thrown out. Illogical emotion blinded decisions with no far sight or understanding of the running of the world beyond their sight. He had his own reasons, the harshness that was thrown at him by the Lancer meant nothing to him...
Varimal growled softly as he trudged into the main living area of the thing. Whatever this HQ was it sucked. Common rooms and mere trashy rooms. Ugh, he was spoiled coming from a higher middle class family, but for the love, he had signed up for the Knights. Even if this was the crappiest of the...
Varimal sighed when the woman called him over. Well, he wasn't exactly a brooding loner, but of all the nights when he didn't really care about being that charming, this had to happen. Well it didn't matter, he could flirt some. She wasn't his type thankfully. He softly chuckled to himself as...
Varimal glided down the road not caring to hide his slightly blue face. It didn't matter. Very little around here could hurt him and even so, the military knew better than to mess with him at this juncture, he'd done his part in helping them, they had a solid ally. They had a give take...
Man so many people..... This filled up. Hey could we have all the links stuck in one place in the OOC in particular? Its kinda hard to navigate with all the different links and size.
Varimal Telgin
Age: 19
Race: Mostly human, a little wind sylph
Specialty: Sharpshooting and quick fighting
Appearance
Height: 6’3
Weight: 70 Kilos
Other: He carries a rifle slung over one shoulder, a double barrelled pistol tucked into his belt paralled with a slightly curved blade with a...