Description
Joshua is short, and almost painfully thin, with scrubby blond hair, and dark eyes. He dresses like anyone else, except he's almost always wearing a worn leather donkey jacket. His body is covered in scarring, but thats usually covered by his clothes; the only visible blemish being a tiny scar on his temple.
Personality
Joshua is sociopathic, cold and calculating to the extreme. A lifetime of mild neglect coupled with a self imposed life on the streets means he doesnt trust easy. He's quick to make peoples acquaintance, but never truly befriends anyone. He finds it difficult to make eye contact with people, and obsessively journals each day in a little book he keeps in his jacket.
Equipment
A glock 22 in a shoulder holster, with one extra magazine.
Several throwing knives, hidden in various places.
A slightly heavier blade, in a spring sheath on his belt.
Joshua also has incredible reflexes, his size belying his athleticism. He is not strong, but very quick and fluid.
History
Orphaned as a baby, Joshua never knew his parents. He grew up in a Catholic run orphanage, but was transferred to an institutional home after he beat another child into a coma. He tried to escape several times, finally managing to do so at 13. He fled into the city streets, making a living delivering messages, pickpocketing and drug running. A couple of years back, when a drug den he was delivering to was attacked by a rival gang, Joshua grabbed a gun off of one of the fallen, and once the smoke cleared, never let it go.
So begins...
Spyri pointed west, towards a building seemingly inspired by Eastern Earth architecture, if one knew what that was.
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"They have no right!" Spyri let loose, going on about how the Aschen thought they owned the place, "And really!" She didn't even have the present patience to properly appreciate the awesome vehicle they had arrived in.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
“That was weird,” Niku stated plainly as he walked to the back of the dojo to retrieve his kilitholulgulth. “But not your fault, Spyri. As long as there not too many of them, I stick around.” He paused, listening to her proposition. “Okay, we go there then to the gardens. Wait… you want to go there tonight or tomorrow? It is getting late and you know where I stay,” he replied. “You will come to ho-tel tomorrow to find me?”
It was then Spyri realized Sol was setting. She nodded, leading the way to where she was staying, and leaving Niku with proper directions back to Gambit's.
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Man this city is HUGE!
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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