Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131105043223

Nox finished tying the tie, and he looked in the mirror. The suit was perfect: Tailored to his exact proportions, it was both official and form-fitting. It showed him as both a warrior, and one willing to negotiate. The holster on it's right side was formal, yet allowed him to keep a weapon on him at all times. His normally messy hair was gelled into a still messy, yet completely accepted for formal occasions style. And earpiece, linked into the com system of the ship, completed the look.

He rarely wore this, as his brother usually attended the social functions with potential clients. It was only when he was needed that the suit came out.

He also had hidden seven knives on his person: The ones on his limbs, then one at the small of his back, another at the center. The final was placed within the holster for Nightshade. O

He stepped through the automated door, and strode down the hallway. He fit the role well: his stride was confident without being cocky, his appearance ready for combat without sacrificing officiality. His face a regal coldness, not one of scorn or indifference, but of professionalism.

The lunch was well underway as he stepped into the dining room. The scent of rich foods was nausiating, and the garish jeweled cutlary screamed rob me. He sat to the left of Tianee, and nodded to the host. Looking at the food, he mentally chose the lightest foods he could.

The proper protocal was waiting for the host to begin, than eat. And that's what he was waiting on.