~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

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Elytra stared at Misty. "Overprotective?" she then shrugged. "I'll say. So, I came to ask if you'd help me get to the island. Basically, it would be great if you could go flying to the picnic field, and pretend to have a conversation with me, so that the guard who watches me, who will start heading there to make sure that's where I am, will think I'm there for a while, and give me more time. I'll actually be heading to the Island."
 
Name: Harrison
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Description or picture: Very pale, red headed, blue eyed. Slim and lanky, but very muscular. Has a ring on his right hand, which morphs into a sword.
Personality: Cold to most people. Very businesslike. If they get past his shell, he would be very kind, protective, and thoughtful.
Group: Oracles
Residence: The Cistern
Occupation: Scholar, is good at fighting though.
Weapon?: His ring shifts into a heave, well-balanced, double-edged sword, made out of a gold-looking metal with crystal embedded,
Partner?: None yet
Username: @Rubysword
Other:His parents were killed protecting the crystals, so he works for the government of the Oracles, trying to find why they would give up him and his(missing and presumed dead) sister to protect it.
 
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Erin nodded quickly, and took the girl before setting off, asking the young toddler where her family lived. After a quick conversation with the scared youngling, Erin entered the village, smiling as the parents saw the child, setting the girl down to run to her parents with joy. After hugs and kisses to their child, the parents thanked her warmly and gave her the bounty, with a bit extra they could spare. Erin flew away, departing the village to return to Yael.
Yael was sitting cleaning her hand scythes when she saw Erin coming back towards her. She looked up at the girl and nodded in approval. "The little girl is back home? You got the payment?" She asked simply as she stood and put her weapons away.
 
Harrison's eyes moved to the next line of text. He had translated three times as much of the text as any of his colleagues. He allowed himself to feel a pang of satisfaction. He was good at his job, because it was the only thing that was important to him. He had no one to love, he had nothing to care for, because everyone, everything had been taken from him, so he threw himself into his work, trying to numb the pain that consumed him.
 

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