Post by Cookiemonster on Dec 3, 2010 22:31:54 GMT -5
((Hey Guys! I'm a new member and I'm called Cookiemonster! This is my first character Hael and hopefully this will be alright for a first time post. If you're wondering where he is he is on the beach right next to the Black Sea...I'll post up his reference picture once I get it scanned so sorry if you are confused as to what he looks like... =_= Happy Roleplaying! Feedback would be welcome~!))
Boiling mists of hot steam rose like jets from a large copper pot and whistled in the evening air. Fire licked at the bottom of the pot as it rocked side to side on a great long stick as if the steam pushed at it's insides, swelling it until it could not contain it anymore. The long stripped branch was supported by two more upright branches on either side of the fire pit, their ends split into u-shaped handles for the pot's branch to cling on. The pot swung viciously, it's contents swirling around on the insides as the steam raged from within, it's high pitched wail piercing the silence on the beach. There was nobody to tame the fire pit in sight, only the pot had itself for company. Fire glowing like a star underneathe the dark sky of the Black Sea, it was almost comical to watch.
A few moments of wailing and the noise was suddenly silenced by a hand which gripped the pot by the handle and tore it from the supporting branch. It hissed as the lid was removed by another strong hand and the contents, a brownish-yellow liquid with clumps of what was possibly vegetables, frothed like soda pop before sizzling back into submission. Swiping a hand from the now boiling hot liquid which had spilt from the lid, the fingers were immediately lapped by a slim pink tounge. It's bearer smiled to himself and nodded, a smile hovering on thin lips.
''Soup's ready.''
He didn't say it to anybody in particular, nobody was around to hear. This didn't seem to bother the tall, slender man which stood now beside the fire, holding the pot with one hand and holding his other only an inch away from his mouth. Amidst the flickering flames of the fire his eyes reflected the blazing heat with a hidden rage not seen on his pleasant face. Every bit of him looked like a well-made man, from the way he stood completely still to the tempting smile on his lips, curling up to show pure white teeth. Yes, he seemed to be a gentleman, or at least an upper-class lord, although he seemed a little young for that sort of position. His long arms and legs stood with an unnatural grace, as though he'd perfected the control of his body. His skin was fair for one who was outdoors and not in some fancy top mansion. There were only slight hints that he was not as refined as he seemed. Features like his messy-black hair that seemed as if someone had spilt ink all over him, his shabby peasant clothes and of course his strange eyes which held a ferocity no man should ever behold. Yes there were things that screamed he was not to be approached, and maybe he wasn't what he seemed to be.
As soon as he let another moment past cooling down his meager dinner, he finally sat down, leaning his back on a convienient boulder. It's stone side caught the embers of a now dying fire, which now had no more substance to ignite and thus was wearing thin. Hael did not regard the fire, instead allowing the cool evening air as well as the chill breeze of the Black Sea wash over him like a wave. His eyes did not dim with the fire, instead they intensified and seemed to brighten as he watched the black waves hurtle over each other, never reaching his small campsite. The smile had never wavered from his face, the only expression he seemed to wear. Finally the fire sizzled into ash, and in the darkness the two soft red lights of Hael's eyes glowed bloody in the blackness. The pot lay on his lap, and absent-mindedly he picked from his side a wooden ladle and began eating the still steaming soup. His eyes never moved from the sea.
Hael did not wish to stay here. He would be seeking another place, on the other side of the ocean. A city he knew as the capital of Romania. Transylvania. Intentions were not very clear, but he wished to find some sort of council there. He longed to go across, but he knew he'd have to wait to find a port. Sighing he leaned his head to look at the sky, and faintly heard the steps of something approaching. Something was amiss. Raising his head, his glowing red eyes scanned the area, and his smile seemed to falter, if only for a second. Who would seek him here?
Boiling mists of hot steam rose like jets from a large copper pot and whistled in the evening air. Fire licked at the bottom of the pot as it rocked side to side on a great long stick as if the steam pushed at it's insides, swelling it until it could not contain it anymore. The long stripped branch was supported by two more upright branches on either side of the fire pit, their ends split into u-shaped handles for the pot's branch to cling on. The pot swung viciously, it's contents swirling around on the insides as the steam raged from within, it's high pitched wail piercing the silence on the beach. There was nobody to tame the fire pit in sight, only the pot had itself for company. Fire glowing like a star underneathe the dark sky of the Black Sea, it was almost comical to watch.
A few moments of wailing and the noise was suddenly silenced by a hand which gripped the pot by the handle and tore it from the supporting branch. It hissed as the lid was removed by another strong hand and the contents, a brownish-yellow liquid with clumps of what was possibly vegetables, frothed like soda pop before sizzling back into submission. Swiping a hand from the now boiling hot liquid which had spilt from the lid, the fingers were immediately lapped by a slim pink tounge. It's bearer smiled to himself and nodded, a smile hovering on thin lips.
''Soup's ready.''
He didn't say it to anybody in particular, nobody was around to hear. This didn't seem to bother the tall, slender man which stood now beside the fire, holding the pot with one hand and holding his other only an inch away from his mouth. Amidst the flickering flames of the fire his eyes reflected the blazing heat with a hidden rage not seen on his pleasant face. Every bit of him looked like a well-made man, from the way he stood completely still to the tempting smile on his lips, curling up to show pure white teeth. Yes, he seemed to be a gentleman, or at least an upper-class lord, although he seemed a little young for that sort of position. His long arms and legs stood with an unnatural grace, as though he'd perfected the control of his body. His skin was fair for one who was outdoors and not in some fancy top mansion. There were only slight hints that he was not as refined as he seemed. Features like his messy-black hair that seemed as if someone had spilt ink all over him, his shabby peasant clothes and of course his strange eyes which held a ferocity no man should ever behold. Yes there were things that screamed he was not to be approached, and maybe he wasn't what he seemed to be.
As soon as he let another moment past cooling down his meager dinner, he finally sat down, leaning his back on a convienient boulder. It's stone side caught the embers of a now dying fire, which now had no more substance to ignite and thus was wearing thin. Hael did not regard the fire, instead allowing the cool evening air as well as the chill breeze of the Black Sea wash over him like a wave. His eyes did not dim with the fire, instead they intensified and seemed to brighten as he watched the black waves hurtle over each other, never reaching his small campsite. The smile had never wavered from his face, the only expression he seemed to wear. Finally the fire sizzled into ash, and in the darkness the two soft red lights of Hael's eyes glowed bloody in the blackness. The pot lay on his lap, and absent-mindedly he picked from his side a wooden ladle and began eating the still steaming soup. His eyes never moved from the sea.
Hael did not wish to stay here. He would be seeking another place, on the other side of the ocean. A city he knew as the capital of Romania. Transylvania. Intentions were not very clear, but he wished to find some sort of council there. He longed to go across, but he knew he'd have to wait to find a port. Sighing he leaned his head to look at the sky, and faintly heard the steps of something approaching. Something was amiss. Raising his head, his glowing red eyes scanned the area, and his smile seemed to falter, if only for a second. Who would seek him here?
