Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170721045028

After a while, a man comes out of the inn reaching for the skies.

HIs appareance is what one would expect of an average man in a world like this. HIs hair, ocean blue and short. His muscle tone, looking like any who had never wielded or even held a weapon in their life. His back is slightly hunched like the lack of confidence a posture would present.

Seeing by the white suit he wears among the monsters and humans going in and out presented as tourists and vacationeers, it would seem he is the owner of the settlement. Mark of monsters visible to Abiathar, those not linked to a mate are prone to get in his personal space, trying to seduce the man as any would despite his average appareance.

He brushes many off, in a conversation directing to his need to return to work, earning him winks, innapropriate gestures regarding what they wish to commit with him or a kiss on a cheek.

Brushing it off, said man continues to welcome tourists as the owner, sporting an amethyst gem on his left shoulder.