Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130801035930

Glancing out at the approching academy, the figure sighs. Shifting a bit more towards the light, dark blue streaked hair is reveiled, along with a scarred face. Eyes, like pools of midnight show barely concealed malice glance around the airship, viewing the future Hunters.

''Everthing you think you know, is a lie. ''

They had the audacity to come into his home. To demand that he "Renounce his foolish freelancing ways, and better the world. Not himself." They insult his way of life, and threaten his family. To force him into this, this servitude to a people who let him starve on the street. To a world who would have gladly watched him and his brother die instead of helping. And then, they tell him his deceased parents were hunters, his father figure a former.

The teen's face twists into a snarl, his fingers grasp at his sidearm.

Moving once more, the rest of his body is layed into view, reveiling the lads chosen combat gear. A dark blue hooded jacket, clad over a muscled frame covers numerous markings. A dark belt, adorned with pouches containing essentials wraps around his waist. Steel grey trousers hide strong legs, honed from combat. Black combat boots are set apon nimble feet, whose movement has saved their owners life. A green shirt is barely visible from the neckline, accompanied by a slightly feminine necklace. The pendant is shaped akin to a moon, and colored like the darkest sapphire.

Weapons adorn the man as well. A bandolier of throwing knives is strapped to his left thigh, the blades gleaming. The hilt of a large knife lays withing obvious view. The holster of a pistol, the markings on it black from what can be seemed. And a medium sized assault rifle rests to the side of him, jet black with blue markings. More throwing knives were seen on the strap of the firearm, blades sheaning blue with sharpness. The weapon is compact, and designed to inflict damage as accuratly as possible.

Seeing a teal haired girl, a large trident in her grasp, his eyebrow raises.

Why, in all that is celestial or demonic, was he stuck with people who had no idea of the word subtlety? 