Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20150719200312/@comment-25019125-20150911160520

Feacha stared blankly at him with her black eyes, almost appearing like the stone, onyx. Watching his face closely, she did see small changes to his features, noting the slight hint of worry in his eyes. The only reason she could think of that is the fact that this look happened within seconds of his eyes drifting to her feathers. That could only mean it was related to the fact that she was a faunus. She hoped that he had nothing against the Faunus race or that possibly he hadn't had a bad experience with them. She had heard of the radicalist of the protests and she wishes no involvement with them, she is her own person. She cares not how she is treated, just that she is treated the same way as any other hunter when here.

Lowering her eyes quickly to his raised hand and back to his face, she nodded in reply. She raised her own hand, making sure to not openly show the feathers top it, and took his own. She shook it firmly, her face never changing from that vacant expression. "Feacha Odeseg" she introduced herself, "If you have trouble with pronoucing my name, Jericho, you can merely address me as 'Fea' if that will be easier for you." After standing there in silence for a few seconds, she noticed a slight twitch of his person, to which she released his hand after. She rested the hand upon the butt of her hilt and watch him. If he wished to lead, she would not oppose, but if he asked her to lead, she would comply.

(I am enjoying this character....)