StatisticsName: Jyre
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Mydar, a previous settlement in Fomorian Base created by the Rocheste Royal Army
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Average-sized, lean and muscular built, un-kept black hair yet it usually is short and spiky, on occasion.
Bio:Not much of his past is known like most hired hands throughout Colhen's Mercenary Outpost but Ceara managed to scour up some information on this particular man named Jyre before enlisting him for service. Actually, they profile all of the mercenaries that are hired through Colhen. Don't think those file cabinets and scrolls displayed everywhere are for nothing or are only past remnants of tactical battle plans against the Fomors.
If there was any solid or concrete information on Jyre, it was provided from quite a burnt journal found in the Prairies by a random group of mercenaries on one of their explorations. A book with a faint imprint of a hawk on the front cover with only a small portion of gold leaflet left on one of its wings. Perhaps, if the book were in better condition, one would assume the entire hawk was covered in gold. Who knows?
The first few pages are severely damaged and only parts of the page can be read while other pages are unhampered with, clear as the blue sky that endlessly hovers across Colhen. If we were to begin somewhere, let's begin with how Jyre started off from an area located in the Fomorian Base, formerly a human settlement known only as Mydar.
[Word of Disclaimer: Jyre's tale is crafted mostly from a collage of fragments found by the investigation of the Mercenary Outpost led by Ceara in Colhen. So the sense of time for events seem a bit distorted,. On the other hand, the rest of the accounts as well as the beginning portion of this story can be described from lucid experiences or memories flashing through his mind while surrounded by the warmth of a campfire in one of his hunts through the lone Prairie night. *Another detail to know beforehand is the previous name of Jyre which was Takiahs, they are one and the same.]29 years before Jyre appears in ColhenSunlight creeps up from across the cliffs and canyons from the distance to fill everything with warmth and light. A short yet slow fade follows to display the scenic view of an inhabited area of the Prairies.
Not so much a populated area for the Rocheste Royal Army as it is for children who seem to be frolicking through the earthen streets of an open bazaar. The bazaar is filled with caravans and stalls which seem to be one and the same over an empty strip of land. For when the day breaks, there are shops being setup then come nightfall, the area is emptied save for a few campfires and merchants that stay for the night.
Clap, clap, clap goes the sounds of children's sandals as they play over the earthen ground followed by yelling and some laughter. Most of them being well-tanned under the sun save for one or two girls who manage to keep a light complexion of skin color. Particularly, among the children, a young boy, no more than the age of 5 seemed to be chasing another girl. A game of tag, surely.
A middle-aged couple seems to be observing from a few feet away, a tall man with a light-brown complexion and short-cut light blonde hair, dressed in a fine long pine green tunic that separates from the waist below standing hand-in-hand with a fair complexion woman who wears long, light brown hair who seems to be overlooking the children playing. Perhaps one of them is theirs?
Meanwhile, the boy seems to catch the girl but just as fingers pull on the back of her dress, she slips away and he falls face first into the ground. The boy had fallen down but he hadn't hurt his face, he sits up and holds his right knee as a sanguine color, different from that of the earth around him begins to drip from within the clasp of his hand. He’s bleeding. Not a single sound is made, is the boy hurt?
The couple approaches the boy clasping his knee but something peculiar happens at that moment. The man simply stares at the boy almost as if in a demeaning manner. The boy closes his eyes as if he tried to contain the pain and then raises his head before the man standing above him, "You've got a long way to go, my boy." The man says while holding an unfaltering stare on the boy and reaches into his tunic pocket to take out a rolled piece of cloth bound by a thin black bark -- the area of the cloth around the bark seems to be having a deep yellow pigment. The boy can do nothing but watch the man whom is presumably his father, trying to catch a glimpse of him looking back but to no avail, so instead he stares into something of greater attraction to him, a red embroidery with a golden emblem of a hawk in the center, planted on the left chest of his father’s tunic.
The boy's knee is wrapped a few times in a very fluid but quick motion by the father while he applied both hands in performing the task, almost as if displaying an acquired skill with his ambidextrous control. Afterwards, the man picks the boy up in his arms and walks off with the woman.
As the family walks off, a girl continues to watch them with slumped shoulders from behind. It was the girl who he was just chasing a moment ago. She stares standing in her spot until noticing a hand stick out from the side of the large man’s shoulders followed by a wave. The boy perks his head up with a wide smile. With a sudden change of mood, the girl smiles and jumps up, waving back.
The sun sets over the Prairie.Flash forward to 11 years from this day.“Takiahs, your father will be coming late today, please take care of the errands?” A middle-aged woman says questionably to a young man who seems to be securing the straps of his footwear while sitting in the front porch of the house.
“Don’t worry ‘ma. I’ve got it.” Takiahs says before giving a quick wave in the air and running off towards cadet school. The young man running off to school called Takiahs, a skinny, light-brown kid who happens to excel at playing his flute around school in front of girls rather than studying his notes within the classroom, and moreover, paying closer attention to the battle training sessions. He seems to show exceptional skill during his training sessions except when the class is told to spar with their partners.
A young woman with long, dark blonde hair approaches and thrusts a steel blade over the shoulder of Takiahs. Standing only an inch or two shorter from Takiahs, it is barely extinguishable, if anything for her straight stature and well-fit body.
“…Nera!”, Takiahs says surprisingly without shifting his posture but swings his left arm back to deflect the blade off to the side with his own blade.
“You’re still trying to climb up that ladder, aren’t you?” Nera says confidently.
“Only if you’re climbing it..!”, Takiahs replies in laughter.
The two of them trade fierce and quick blows with each other; the clash and clang of steel can be heard in increasingly volume as it resonates through the open air of the training yard. As fierce as it may seem, if caught a glimpse, both of them wore smiles yet not in the childhood manner that they would show each other so many years back. Their sparring had continued until all of the students circled around them. Some cheered, others chose sides while the instructors would simply stand by to watch the two – knowing well of their potential.
Nera and Takiahs practically grew up as close friends but moreover, rivals for everything. From tossing stones across a lake to seeing if they can out-run prairie wolves – why? Just for the thrill of it. They shared a very close relationship that would at times; transcend the meaning of a close friendship. Perhaps, it was something more; something that made their blood rush…
Though Nera and Takiahs knew something had sparked within them, neither of them would move forward to express their deepest thoughts or feelings although they’d share everything else. Takiahs wouldn’t move ahead, perhaps due to responsibilities, something more? And Nera figured she’d wait for him. Yet, Nera already knew that she could not see any other boy, nor a man’s face, even to this day without abruptly having her thoughts twisted by the moments that they share.
One night later.A full moon can be seen from a large hole in the cove of a small canyon as it seems to perfectly align over a small pond to reflect off the water. A young brazen feminine figure appears sitting over a rock on the edge of the pond. It is Nera, yet something seems different about her. She appeared to dip her feet through the surface of the water but no deeper. Her long boots rested against the side of the rock she sat over while her blade and the rest of her clothes, save for a long white under-shirt remains over her. The arch of her calves became outlined from the moonlight and if any man were to witness this event, perhaps they’d confuse her for the Goddess herself. No, this was Nera. Her usual dark blonde hair, appearing light blonde and the hairstyle she wore neatly into a single ponytail during training and school appeared like smooth tresses over her slight, elevated chest.
Was she waiting for someone?While returning from some herb-collecting for his father’s small clinic in the town of Mydar, a man in ragged clothes appeared carrying a few bags in both hands had out from under a rocky overpass. The figure came out into full view from the moonlight, it was Takiahs. He appeared bruised along both arms but the rest of his body was not as bad in shape.
“Nera? Is that you?”, Takiahs questioned.
Nera turned to his direction and appeared to stare at him as if under a hypnotic gaze. Takiahs, being thrown back by this sudden expression dropped his bags of herbs and approached her without any caution. This would his undoing.
"Hey, what's the ma-", Takiah's said quietly as he gets a better view of her face and just as he is about to clasp Nera's arm, a hard slap comes across his face. Without any second thought or expression of surprise, Takiahs quickly recoils from the slap and grabs both of her arms.
"Nera! What's come over yo-", right as Takiahs was about to finish his question, Nera slams her fist straight bewteen his chest and with no reason to resist, he falls back. Only seconds after, Nera steps over him with the same stare she's been wearing since the beginning of their meet-up at the cove. The woman looming over Takiahs seems alien to him at this point even if he knows her for as long as he can remember.
Nera lifts her shirt up while Takiahs seemed to be held at awe, forgetful of the blows he had felt from her just a moment ago. She continued to pull the white fabric upwards, her hands gliding across the side of her thighs until one of them arch over an object, strapped around her leg by a leather strap. A sudden reflection hits Takiahs's eyes from the object which seemed to become a dagger as the moonlight shone on the rest of the surface. What happens after is something Takiahs would never expect from his closest friend, Nera.
Nera slides out the dagger from its strap and without taking a firmer grip, she aims the tip to his shoulder and just as soon as it penetrates the skin of his shoulder muscle, the strike ceases in motion. Takiahs seemed to have held her wrist just in time to avoid a fatal blow but realized her head pressing over his chest, trembling then soon the wrist he held, turn limp and weak.
Nera's shoulders sank, no longer holding her strong and graceful posture as Takiahs pulled her hand away from the dagger and with a quick motion, pulled the dagger out of his shoulder and into the pond behind them.
"You're impossible, Takiahs... why can't you see?" Nera spoke sharply against his chest as she beat her fists over but not with the strong force she had held from earlier on. The moment carried on for a few minutes longer as they muttered to each other, through wet or dry tears, most of which couldn't be heard even by an eavesdropper since they were speaking against their own bodies. A few broken lines can be heard between the two can be heard,
"You never approac-.."
"Don't you think-"
"Is it that you're-"
"Now, why can't you see that.."
"Will it really matter, even if we-"
"It will, I want to give you ever-."
"You are my everything."Both of them came to an abrupt and almost deadly silent moment, staring at each other before Nera sank over Takiahs but not by itself. A hand can be seen over her back, a glint of moonlight reveals it to be none other than of Takiahs as they embrace each other. The embrace is not only for company this time but to merge two bodies into one, perhaps even soul. At least for these two moon-struck humans.
4 Years Later...Takiahs and Nera are married with 2 children, 2 girls and living a normal, slower-paced family life leaving most of their feisty, adventurous times behind them to cherish as memories in the moments that they share alone but much of the time is spent, tending to their family.
Memories of Nera giving birth twice and Takiahs accompanying her throughout her hard times as well as enjoying their time out. Their kids being embraced by both Nera and Takiahs and in a flash, they embrace their parents in an older state. No amount of description can express the happiness of a family. So, we’ll skip to the nearest and largest and equally most troubling moment of Takiahs’s as well as Nera’s life.
An attack on Mydar by Fomorians, or Ogres, set the village on fire and kill many people. Nera takes up her swords again and defends her family as well as any other neighbors unable to defend themselves. Takiahs is out since the morning to work, or being under the tutelage of one of his father's friends who happen to be an herb specialist as well as a field doctor without any idea of what's going on in the town.
A solid trinket given to Takiahs by Nera cracks and he takes it as a bad omen. He is compelled to drop his current task and quickly runs out of the home clinic and back to Mydar in a hurry, praying to the Goddess that everything is alright, his wife and kids as well as his parents.
Finding the village in flames, he hears blood-curdling screams in the air and at other times loud, guttural cries from much heavier and larger individuals. Ogres. He had only seen them once, an ogre carrying back five prairie wolves on his titanic back and that was the last of it.
Back to the village from the flashback, Takiahs scurries through the town in a frenzy, dodging the flames and running through some of them while most of the large Ogres were battering the houses and townspeople around and other horrifying sites which he could never imagine in his life.
Approaching his home, he finds no one inside and without succumbing to the worst of his fears, he stares around with a wild expression. His face having grown full of fear, eyes widened, yet he could not control his reactions, his body ran on impulse to find his loved ones. He tries to find Nera through some hint out of the madness but after scurrying through the burning town, his search began to seem hopeless. He rushes to his home and finds mostly everything thrashed and destroyed, save for one chest that seemed to remain intact besides being badly charred black around the steel edges. Takiahs scrimmages for any blunt object to break the lock open with and with some luck, find a large block of wood, broken on both ends. He picks it up and slams it over the lock in one swift motion and breaks the lock open. Ignoring his luck on opening the chest, he reaches into the chest and pulls out twin oddly shaped weapons, heirlooms of his father before he had graduated from Mydar Cadet School.
A sudden flash of light catches Takiahs’s eyes as he looks to the front window of his house, being shattered wide open from the pillaging of the Ogres, he catches a group of them clustered around the area in front of his neighbor’s home. Without taking a second thought, he runs to the group and slashes the closest hulking giant at his knees in one swift motion and right before the giant falls face flat onto the red earth, he jumps onto its back and uses the chance to move into the center of them.
“NERA!”, Takiahs yells out without any control of his emotions and approaches her and embraces her as she kneels over the ground, bruised around her body as her fair and light skin is no longer noticeable but black ash and bruises cover around her body.
“… I was praying to the Goddess that you’d come home. She granted my wish, didn’t ... she?”, Nera says weakly as she grabs the back of Takiahs’s neck for support. The air grows thinner. Both of them appear to stare at each other for what seems to be minutes but it only lasts a few seconds as they share a quick embrace. Takiahs gives Nera a brief kiss yet the Ogres roars seem to be growing louder in unison and closer to them.
Nera kept her eyes closed, if not only for the kiss but for a moment of relief. As soon as they released their chance, both of them stood up together and took a stance, crouching low onto their knees. Without any indication of movement, both of them pushed off into the opposite direction and began twirling their weapons in an identical spin until a flurry of white slashes shot out from every direction. All of the Ogres had fallen to their knees.
Without giving them any chance at retaliation, the pair followed with an acrobatic stunt, Nera balanced herself by locking her legs strongly around Takiahs’s waist with her body hanging forward and hands extended with her own twin spears. Knowing that Nera might not be able to hold this position for long, he quickly plants his feet into the ground and spun his body in a counter-clockwise spin until they were both spinning their blades in one large slice, cutting the air effortlessly -- wiping one half of the Ogres to the right in one swoop and then the left.
A heap of mutilated Ogres left behind them; Takiahs carries Nera away from the carnage they had just inflicted, except not of people but of the Ogres.
Nera led the way to their children and the family reunited but had no time to return to any semblance of peace. Takiahs kissed his two daughters and wife and kept them in a concealed location in the back of the house. His worries were not over, for his parents still remained somewhere in this nightmare.
Searching the houses as he passes by them, he a man with a large cloak slash through one Ogre.
"Dad!", Takiahs reunites with his father and assists him in guiding any civilians around to the Mydar Town Hall which became a shelter his father and a group of townspeople have taken arms to defend from the Ogres. Only one or two of them seemed capable of defending while the rest are only there for numbers. Takiahs is led into the home that has been fortified smashed carriages and barrels of water as well as stacks of hay from the local horse-pen.
Takiahs reunited with his family but quickly noticed the rest of the townspeople filling the massive room. Their faces filled with fear and sorrow and most of them black from the soot outside. After temporarily reuniting with his parents, he runs off to look for his own family and any other civilian stragglers along the way.
A large crash is heard through the front of the house of Nera and Takiahs and the next thing that follows is what will thrust Takiahs into a test that will seem to last a lifetime -- at least his life, for all that matters. Nera brought her two daughters within her arms and whispered quietly as if to keep them calm.
"Hush, Kera, Lena..” Nera offered the only consolation she could to her daughters, the greatest power that this world can have, that is only known as motherly affection. At least the humans know this much compared to the Fomors. The Ogre that had smashed the front of the house looms in front of Nera and her daughters but she does not budge from her spot as her two daughters are her top priority but her body is bruised and broken to the point of little movement.
"MUWAHK-LEM TOGH, HU...MAN!", an Ogre shouted in a thick and heavily guttural noise before bringing massive tree-trunk sized object down on them. Black.
Takiahs heard a blood-curdling scream through the air around him as he approached his home, not being taken by the implications that such a scream might hold. The next few moments would hold him in a vice, the Ogre who had smashed his home heaved his enormous pillar from within the home and turned to face him. Red eyes glowing and saliva dripping from his gaping maw.
A trail of fire erupts around the Ogre and only a moment later, a large flash appears from in front of the hulking figure. The Ogre falls with choking screams as Takiahs holds his weapons in a vice grip around the Ogre's neck, already penetrating the thick skin and bone before a second later, the Ogre's head is decapitated. A loud scream is head, this time not so much of the Ogre but from a human, Takiahs.
Takiahs runs between the Ogre's decapitated head and his body, his feet splashing the large puddle of blood that had escaped from the Ogre over his entire body.
"NERA... N-NERA?!" Takiahs finds his wife covering their daughters but upon closer inspection finds their skins not of flesh but stone. His hands tremble while taking a closer look, thrown into a fit of confusion and hopelessness.
"Ta.. kiahs, we love.." with some source of strength, Nera had managed to raise her gaze to Takiahs before giving off a slow smile to him. For once more their eyes had locked but this time, this would be their last. His family had turned lifeless, husks of stone and nothing mattered to him anymore. How much time had he spent there? Mourning, pleading insanity to the Goddess, cursing her for forsaking his family and caressing the stone figures of his family as if they were still with him. Was time relevant anymore? The only person who would know the answers to what truly happened at that incident... was Takiahs.
But would you really want to ask?The broken man is last seen storming out of his destroyed home and running off into the flames of the town of Mydar. What for? To kill Ogres? To find survivors? .. or just to use his hands with only motive in mind, nothing lives and nothing survives.
Fade to black.
7 Years Later...The world has changed for the settlement of Mydar. Much of the population had been wiped out by the Ogres and the rest of them would live in the ghost town, where the rest would take residence in smaller relief homes provided by the Royal Army of Rocheste. If taken a walk through the ruins of the town, the scent of soot and terrible fumes still run through the breeze but only if the individual were to .. stay around the town for more than a few minutes.
Takiahs has returned to living with his parent. Yes, only one, that is his father. His mother had passed away 1 year ago due to an unknown infection of which had plagued her for months and his father being a doctor, continued an endless array of treatments to cure her until he could not trust his profession any longer. Takiahs's father lay bed-ridden, despite having a head full of light blonde hair and no true signs of sickness or aging evident on his body, save for the lower half of his body, now paralyzed.
Takiahs spent his days practicing his father's line of profession much more seriously now, studying in his room, tending to his father and at other times, moving out into the prairie to search for herbs once again [perhaps himself as well] to mix in his make-shift laboratory which seemed nothing more than a table with a few flasks and vials. A silver locket sticks out under a mess of papers over the table.
On one starry night, Takiahs appeared to be sitting outside the porch. The light-brown man now wears a light shade of facial hair as opposed to always having the clean-shaved look years ago, observing the night sky as if snared in deep thought. This moment would repeat nearly every night and this worried his father, who had been rapidly declining in health but did not express it to his only son. Perhaps they too needed to share each other's consolation.
Except this night would prove to be far more than a father and son moment.
".. Takiahs, I want to talk to you." the man perked his head up from the pillow to stare out the window in hope that his son had heard him and would walk in immediately. Yet, this time Takiahs did not hear as he had fallen too deeply into his dreams.
His father had began to call a bit more insistently and periodically until a dead silence had masked the air around them. Takiahs had been asleep in front of the porch but with something peculiar happening, he would grab his wrist and begin twisting his hand around until a deep mark would have been left. His brow full of sweat, Takiahs jerked his head forward with widened eyes. Another dream and this wasn't a dream at all.. but a recollection of that day, several years ago.
".. Ta... k..iah..s.." a very low voice echoed through the silence of the night to Takiahs's ear and within a second, he beamed up into the house and approached his father, not stopping at the edge of the bed but tapping his father along his shoulder and neck.
"Father!.. Father, I'm here." Takiahs voice rose loudly at start but rose into a whisper at the end. His father had seemed to be sweating and breathing heavily but it was probably due to him trying to grab the attention of his son. Right?
".. Son, there is something you should know." Takiahs's father coughs at the beginning and covers his mouth and pulls his hand away to find something that he did not need at this time, blood and most of his palm was covered by it. The father quickly lowered his hand to his neck and smeared it with whatever cloth he can feel, while knowing that his time was short. He was thankful not to the Goddess but the night for shadowing the sanguine color over his neck and collar. Takiahs’s father tells his boy of the days when they had lived in their family villa near Rocheste and also of his war stories, including specific names of good friends he had made in battle as well as those who he had failed to save. Takiahs had remained a good listener and shed a few tears with his father throughout the night before learning of the latter parts of their conversation, which proved increasingly difficult for his father and yet, he persisted.
Takiahs’s father had revealed a startling part of their past which would shatter the very world he had lived in, no matter how decrepit it had already become over the years. He was not a commoner living with a modest upbringing in the prairie settlement of Mydar but part of the several royal families of Rocheste. His father revealed to Takiahs his true name, “Jyre”, and explained that their identities had to remain anonymous and changed since they had escaped from the accusations of the Royal Church of Rocheste to the settlement of Mydar. Due to the accusations set by the head priest for Takiahs’s father to receive capital punishment by order of treason. Takiahs was urged to accept his true name and never return to the city of Rocheste for if he was ever found within suspicion; his father would not be able to rest in peace.
It was a matter of pride and largely resentment for the very army and home his father had fought for as well as having gained the recognition of a hero for years – taken away and sentenced to death by the Royal Church of Rocheste.
Takiahs’s father shared the last hours of their time laughing together by sharing different musings risen from the daily life of Mydar before the terrible incident occurred. But it grew quiet eventually, as all things do in the Prairie and silence had over-taken their night as both of them fell asleep.
Sunrise. Takiahs had stirred in his sleep the moment sunlight broke through the window and reflected off the crest of his father’s tunic that had casually hanged off a coat rack, missing much of its handles. Upon waking up, he raised his head from his father’s chest but felt some moisture over his forehead and just as he swiped his hand across, he casually let his hand lower before realizing the color of blood, painted over his skin.
Takiahs had quickly shuffled through his father’s shirt and found the entire upper portion to be drenched in blood. Without any words to speak, he had stared at his father with the same eyes that he had watched him with throughout his days at the Cadet School and during his tutelage for medicine until he broke down into tears, sharing his last known attachment to this world with him; even if he was alone in that event.
The next few events are blank and indiscernible. Perhaps it is better kept unspoken of. Left in the cold and silent Prairie town known as Mydar.
1 Year Later..The busy streets of a town square can be seen and with a large fountain in the center, it seemed very elaborate despite all corners being covered with large stone walls, almost as if was a fortress. No. A massive castle.
It was the city of Rocheste.
Through the streets, all walks of life seem to be walking through from bards to merchants from far-away lands, to strange and unique looking individuals who if guessed with any shred of courage by a commoner, would be hired mercenaries – the occasional men and at very few times, women stepped through the streets, clad in shimmering armor and leather.
[The events discussed ahead are of the timeline right before Caryl and Krunk had taken residence in Rocheste as well as serving in the Inn as their main hosts.]
A loud, rumbling noise can be heard from the local Inn and as the view is shifted into the bar, there seems to be many different kinds of faces. Mostly human, save for a cloaked figure or three. The smell of ale and various foods, mostly pungent, fill the air and would make any inexperienced man nauseate.
The doors of the bar slam open and the shouting within seems to cease immediately. A large figure seems to run through and swing a large crossbow from his back to the barkeeper and aim directly at her. In a moment’s notice, a figure that had been sitting next to the door within a low-light area appears to dash ahead and with a quick flash and twirl, a blade is swung over the assailant’s crossbow, slicing it just as an arrow shoots out of its trajectory and strike the ceiling with a hard vibrating thud. The assailant continues running on ahead as the figure behind seems to push him along ahead then come into an abrupt stop, to stare into what seems to be the center of two breasts. One swift motion from the hilt of the blade from the man behind the assailant and down goes the man, jaw dropping onto the corner and knocked unconscious.
“Another one? Why do my clients always end up sending these Kobold-brains to steal the maps… if they want ME to find their treasures?” The barkeeper walks forward into the light, appearing to be a woman with brunette hair, wearing an elaborate tribal necklace and leather jacket yet it appears to barely conceal her bust as a red bra covers over.
The man who had just stopped the assailant comes into the light shining from the barkeeper’s table and evidently, whatever hood he had worn to conceal himself earlier was off.
“Don’t ask me. Are there any fresh ones?”, the man who appears to wear a light-brown complexion stares at the barkeeper with his hazel-green eyes and un-kept hair.
“Why? I thought you’d come here to spend time with me, … Jyre.” As soon as the barkeeper had spoken his name, she strokes the tip of her fingernail from underneath his chin.
The man called Jyre slowly grabbed the finger scratching at his chin and slowly lowers it to the table.
“Oooh! So feisty, ... why are you so mean to me?” The woman pokes at Jyre teasingly as she leans forward and presents him with a small note and moves it toward his chest before sliding it down his shirt except that she had done a little more than giving him a message.
Jyre appeared to stare at her for a moment as she smiled devilishly to him and without a second reaction, turned around and walked off and out through the bar but not before closing the hood around his face again.
“Try to wear something less…concealing, Layla.” Jyre had spoken loud enough for all the men in the bar to glare towards the door as if he had committed a terrible crime.
“It’s only for you, ‘darlin...”, Layla, the barkeeper continued to smile until the man was gone from sight and rested her elbows underneath her bust.
(Cue song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4oB00TCb7Y)Out of the bar and into the streets, Jyre had walked amongst the crowd and as the view kept going higher and higher, it followed some merchants moving through the gates of the large city but loses sight of the man we’ve been following so closely up till this point.
Fade to Black. (This is the song I had in mind as Jyre exits the Rocheste bar, the camera tries to follow him through an aerial view when he walks into the crowd. Within a matter of seconds, he becomes hidden in plain sight but the view keeps moving back until it's out of the gates of Rocheste. The last few seconds of the story gives a nice, picturesque view of the castle gate with people moving in and out of the city followed by a slow screen fade. Song by Passion Pit - Swimming in the Flood.)He’s around but only when a fresh bounty appears.End.
Personality: Usually social and the most out-going when permitted. He jokes around in a light-hearted manner from time to time but is mostly serious during his travels between towns and hunts.
AbilitiesSkill: Weaponsmithing
Weapon Type: Twin Spears
Armor Type: Heavy and Plate Armor
Ability: "Tempera Aghun": A swift forward thrust with twin spears which enables him to slice through the toughest of materials such as the Ogre in his past. And in only one instance of his life, he was able to connect several dashes of the same forward thrust attack from multiple directions around the target which was said to leave the ground in a trail of fire behind him.
Crest: Dark
Crest Location: Back of his right thigh. Only a lighter patch of skin remains on the area as he had a burn accident during a fight with human outlaws.
Symbol: The symbol had meant "Seashore". As a child, Jyre had a close attachment to the beach which happened to be close to his family's villa in the prestigious estate of Seru Minera, sister city to Rocheste.
Animal: Hawk.
Erg: Prairie Erg Crystal.
OptionalSexuality: …
Likes: The thrill of danger and overwhelming situations.
Dislikes: Staying in one town for too long.
Crush: Too old for crushes but if there was a love an or unknown “pull” to anything, it was the big blue sky. Apparently, he could stare at it for longer than he could, most other things.
