Valamir Aldmeris
It was boredom that lured the explosion alchemist to the city of Rose Garden, he was sure that the opportunities here would interest him. With the sun shining without any opposition from the white fluffy clouds sailing across the blue sea above, no doubt everyone would find this to be a rather pretty day. A good day it would be if it wasn’t for the flood of people wandering mindlessly in the streets, all dragging their feet, and bumping into each other in a vain attempt to continue. Did anyone stop to see where they were going now a day? Or did they just go programmed zombies seeking to get through another day of work. Granted some of theses zombies were laughing and seemed to be having a good time, but that didn't matter.
Among these group of people, waltzed a rather elegant figure that broke through the mindless crowd. Dressed in a solid white suit, a beautiful crimson red undershirt, and a white fedora with a red band wrapped around it. The man was different from the crowd in more ways than one, for example he seemed to be more aware of his surroundings, and in general something was off about him. A shadow was caste down on his face from his fedora, which not only protected his amber hues from the sunlight, but also hid the indifferent glare within his piercing gaze. He was uninterested in the active street and considered them all lessor creatures, zombies. In general he considered all mundane people too be zombies.
Sticking to the center of the road the man followed the imaginary map within his head, while his eyes wandered around searching for the inn. That was until, finally he came to a bistro size high end building, tucked on the corner of a street named Silver Moon Boulevard. From the rumors he discovered that this place was supposed to be a rather fancy restaurant and the go to place for a date, later he would test that theory. In truth the man didn’t eat out much, preferring to eat his own homemade food. The thought of attempting to get a job as a side cook quickly crossed his mind, but then disappeared out of fear of becoming a zombie.
Turning the knob, the man waltzed into a rather warm restaurantesque atmosphere, with booths and tables filling the room. He closed his eyes and immersed himself within the various scents feeling the room, the most prominent of theses smells was obviously liquor. Opening his eyes the man took off his hat and held it close to his chest, revealing his chisel facial features, his indifferent amber eyes, and his black hair that was parted and collected into a ponytail: all in all he was a handsome gentlemen. “Do I seat myself or wait for someone?” he muttered under his breath and decided to do the latter.
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