Misha was indeed on vacation and as a result he was in no particular hurry, nor intent on working on anyone else's schedule but his own for that matter. He began his day with dressing up in simple, yet fashionable attire before making his way out of the room he was staying in to the rest of the...
Name: Misha Pryce
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Position on ship: Passenger, Middle Class
Personality: Misha is regarded by most as a calm, level-headed but warm-hearted person to the point where he seems eerily unaffected by his experience on the battlefield. He is polite, yet unafraid of being...
Misha was jolted awake by the ship's sudden banking. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. That particular realization also didn't put any haste into the man either. Calmly, he got up out of bed, got dressed and stepped outside of his room...
Kirill distanced himself from the situation that had effectively gone tits up and found himself still without a gem. The half-demon's eyes bounced between the brewing and rapidly declining situation surrounding Elora with Qerres joining the fray and Tristan. He didn't know whether he'd heard her...
The person with social anxiety
Name: Raj Zaid
Age: 30
Family: Mostly estranged
Ethnicity: Indian
Occupation: Coder / Technical Consultant
Height: Slightly above average
Build: "Big boned", chubby
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Fashion: Baggy clothes, mostly hoodies, jeans and jogging pants, simple...
Name: Misha Pryce
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Character reference:
Position on ship: Passenger, Middle Class
Personality: Misha is regarded by most as a calm, level-headed but warm-hearted person to the point where he seems eerily unaffected by his experience on the battlefield. He is polite, yet...
Kirill remained in thought for once, specifically the half-demon was thinking about how wronged he still felt by the fact that his gem was simply taken from him and he was never informed of such a fact. What would have happened if he had ended up being the only one to arrive at the group's...
"Yer a half-demon right? So stop bein' stupid."
"Never." came Kirill's short and to the point reply, his arms remained crossed over his chest as he stood proud, tall and straight as an arrow, well save for the eventual crook in said arrow as slowly but steadily the half-breed began leaning over...
The half-demon simply stood there, watching Qerres as she took her sweet time noticing him before outing an amused snort at her reaction. "Poor thing, aren't demons supposed to be the ones scarin' people and not the other way around?" Kirill questioned, tilting his head over to one side as he...
Kirill remained seated on the ledge he'd settled on. His elbow was perched on his knee and his fist was tucked under his chin as he stared down at the group with half-lidded eyes, growing bored much faster than he had initially anticipated, despite the visible differences certain member of his...
Kirill was approaching the group at a steady pace, giving scarcely little time for him to react as the wall of fire abruptly springs up in front of him. Thankfully, he was a creature of instinct and upon newfound reflex, flapped his wings upon his approach once more to buy himself some much...
Kirill awoke and felt strangely... different and little wonder, considering he'd sprouted an additional set of limbs or something that felt very much like it at any rate. The sensation of spreading his black, leathery wings felt equal parts new and familiar, as if some innate instinct made...
The half-demon stared deep into the steadily pulsing orb, head tilting from side to side as he lingered deep in thought, weighing his options. This all seemed shady to say the least and frankly, he didn't trust anyone involved anymore, not his teammates, or the voice echoing around him. He was...
Guy listened intently to the man as he went about stalking the sides of the cages, eager to get a look at each and every Pokémon, to the point where he was squishing his face and cheek against the aforementioned film that was there (thankfully) for the Pokémon's privacy. He continued to bounce...
Kirill offered very little in the way of a response to Tristan's parting statement, only a half-dismissive and half-bye careless waft of his hand over one of his shoulders as he continued to step further into darkness. The footsteps that lingered, which had kept him company for what seemed like...
Kirill half expected the feedback from Sang and Qerres, as well as Tristan frankly. The berating that followed did serve to weigh him down, as well as to rouse a response. "You got a problem then at least come tell it to me face-to-face!" The half-breed bellowed, burying one of his large fists...
Kirill was confused by the exchange, he'd hoped he would've received some magical swag in return for his offer, but in truth all he received was words, how boring! Oh well, at the very least the team appeared to be making some form of progress, not that he was paying much in the way of attention...