Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140905063242/@comment-25249965-20140905065332

Amethyst Faire. Acrobat, Student, and as cold as his namesake when it came to battle.

He exhaled, zipping up the black vest until the zipper was to his collarbone. He didn't wish to fight, as he had recently gone through initiation, though he would if it was to the betterment of his skill. Slipping on two black arm gloves, one that went up to just below his shoulder and the other covering just his elbow, he started to think of the possibilities.

His opponent could be faster, stronger, and tougher than him. More advanced, less skilled, eventuality after eventuality buzzed through his mind as he prepared. His body was covered in mainly black, with violet shining through with his shirt, emblem, and hair. The last items were the armguard on his left forearm and his belt, which held the Iris.

Inhaling, he walked towards the arena, form coming from shadow. He decided to do his best.

Maybe luck was in favor.