Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Late afternoon. The sky had dimmed to a deep blue shade, the sun hovering over the town that lay to the west. The teen currently sat on a large rock on the northern side of the wide dirt road that stretched through the grassy fields that went on for miles outside of the town. The youth appeared to be in the mid teens, wind blowing a short mane of fiery red hair that truly appeared to be fire as it waved in the wind, glimpses of bright orange and tints of yellow flashing through every now and then.
A wry smile gracing full lips set in a tan face as the teen briefly chuckled at the irony of a burning sun slowly encroaching on the moderately sized village made almost entirely of wood gathered from the dense forest to the south that slowly became only speckles of trees as it grew closer to the road. Back to the hills north of the road that spanned in either direction for as far as the eye could see, the youth's athletic frame hunched over slightly, attempting to brush the dirt from hands that had intentionally collected it, an agitated snort pressing from a slender and rather feminine nose.
Densely muscled, though thin arms flexing gently as those hands were dusted from first a hand that was bare and then a hand that was covered in a dark brown material that wasn't easy to tell if it was leather or plate, but was accentuated by a burning red. The whole of the gauntlet that reached only up to the teen's forearm matched the rest of the armor that appeared almost alive as a face could be seen on the right shoulder, the same side as the gauntlet. The eyes of the face burned just as brightly as the rest of the accents of the armor, though none of it actually seemed to be aflame.
"Welp..." A soft groan was issued as the athletic adolescent rose upon booted feet that seemed to connect entirely to the rest of the armor, covering the individual's entire frame except for the arms. A groan and a stretch was given before the large sword that seemingly matched the armor was lifted from beside the boulder and slid onto the back of the armor, where it seemed to just merge and hold there. A slender brow rose over slightly squinted green eyes as a decision was thought upon before the teen began somewhat hesitantly walking towards the village.
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A wry smile gracing full lips set in a tan face as the teen briefly chuckled at the irony of a burning sun slowly encroaching on the moderately sized village made almost entirely of wood gathered from the dense forest to the south that slowly became only speckles of trees as it grew closer to the road. Back to the hills north of the road that spanned in either direction for as far as the eye could see, the youth's athletic frame hunched over slightly, attempting to brush the dirt from hands that had intentionally collected it, an agitated snort pressing from a slender and rather feminine nose.
Densely muscled, though thin arms flexing gently as those hands were dusted from first a hand that was bare and then a hand that was covered in a dark brown material that wasn't easy to tell if it was leather or plate, but was accentuated by a burning red. The whole of the gauntlet that reached only up to the teen's forearm matched the rest of the armor that appeared almost alive as a face could be seen on the right shoulder, the same side as the gauntlet. The eyes of the face burned just as brightly as the rest of the accents of the armor, though none of it actually seemed to be aflame.
"Welp..." A soft groan was issued as the athletic adolescent rose upon booted feet that seemed to connect entirely to the rest of the armor, covering the individual's entire frame except for the arms. A groan and a stretch was given before the large sword that seemingly matched the armor was lifted from beside the boulder and slid onto the back of the armor, where it seemed to just merge and hold there. A slender brow rose over slightly squinted green eyes as a decision was thought upon before the teen began somewhat hesitantly walking towards the village.
tesping