Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20170926191621

Darian smirked. "Ya do realize the pilot's our hope of gettin' there, right?"

The Bullhead landed, a slight gust releasing as the branches of the trees slightly tilted and waved. The side door opened, revealing a tall young man with chin-length blonde hair and green eyes, who of course happened to be Richard. Square bandages were placed on his cheeks, right next to the corners of his lips. He wore a distinct dark-orange chest-plate with a sleeve that extended down his left arm, leaving his other arm bare, and a black strapped rectangular plate on the back of his right forearm. Ballistic metal wires wrapped around his sleeve. An arrow casket remained strapped around his back. He had grey Atlas military leg-wear, with what appeared to be a pattern replicating scales. His boots were a black color with orange heels. He held the pilot's helmet under his arm.

"So," he smiled. "Is everyone ready?"