Teris Noir
Teris Noir lay there with both eyes closed and his head laying on his curved arms beneath, rather than the pillow. Long blue hair obscured most of his body, going down just past his knees; it was messy and unkempt, full of tangles from where it had been pulled about during the night. It was early, the sun seemed slightly brighter than normal and there was an irritating thudding noise coming from above where the Poison’s ‘Muscle’ was busy getting a head start on the day. He might have thought to be light on his feet but he was not the one underneath those elephant stomps. Usually it would not bother Teris at all, however he hadn’t slept well the night before and he had a terrible hangover. With every thud, Teris buried his head deeper and deeper into his arms, letting out a soft, pained groan. Now that he thought about it, it was a stupid idea to celebrate the signing of the treaty, the night before it would actually be signed. However Teris could use the excuse to run down to the local store, get (steal) a few bottles of beer and spend the night drinking away his worries. A stupid idea and now he was stuck with the consequences; a hangover. Despite that, Teris was a man of pride and respect, one which did not leave any bottles or cans lying around for his gang to drink. Most of them were underage anyway, the only one old enough to drink as Senario and Teris didn’t ever feel like asking the apathetic workaholic if he wanted a drink. Teris could not bear to see the rest of his group high (or low) on alcohol, so he ensured that he packed everything away in a special place -- under his bed. His hangover would probably get worse as the day progressed, especially with the loud mouthed Sirens; eventually Teris would probably end up passing out somewhere and not waking up until the evening after. Hopefully, during that time he would not be needed by his gang. Perhaps he should just start that sleep thing now and let everyone else go to the meeting, he wasn’t needed anyway…
“Yo, Teris! Get your lazy butt up!” A voice yelled from the other side of his closed door, Teris replied merely with another moan. “We've got somewhere to be,” The voice belonged to his cousin Skylar and the leader of the Poisons.
“I know, I know.” Teris replied wearily. Almost instantly a thought occurred to him, his cousin would never be up before midday so it must be extremely late. Teris swiftly lifted his head and shot up out of bed, grabbing the nearby clock and glancing at the time; 8:19. “Ugh.” he threw the thing back over at the bedside table, however it missed and smashed against the wall. Teris didn’t care though, he merely fell back onto the bed and covered both his eyes with his arms, letting out another loud groan.
It took approximately ten minutes for Teris to finally pull himself out of bed, he threw on some clothes which he left on the floor; a white shirt, white trousers, a brown belt, black boots which went past the knees; and a black jacket. He picked up his gloves from the floor, his weapons, and a hair band on the side before exiting the room and continuing into the kitchen. He threw the weapons on the kitchen counter, making a loud scraping sound which made him cringe.
“Morning Sky,” Teris yawned, finally putting on both of his gloves and pushing the long hair away from his eyes. One could easily tell that he had just gotten out of bed, Teris never made an appearance without his hair tied up if he could help it; his clothes were scruffy and his eyes showed nothing but exhaustion. Teris flinched slightly when he heard yet another bang from the roof, “Damnit, doesn’t that guy take a break?” he glared towards the roof and grumbled. It was rare for Teris to be in such an irritable state, usually he would be calm and collected, however when faced with a hangover as painful as this he could not act his usual self; everything annoyed him. Finally Teris managed to drag his hair into a hair band behind him, allowing some to hang loose at the front. He glanced around the kitchen and found an bottle of beer on the side. Cursing himself from not putting it away, Teris grabbed it from the kitchen counter and pulled the lid off with his hands. He took a long swig but felt extremely ill so decided to tip it away.
“I don’t think I ever want to drink again.” Teris uttered under his breath, resisting the urge to vomit. He collected himself together and turned back around to Skylar, “Get the others and let’s get this meeting over with.” Teris said as he began attaching the weapons to his person. He fastened the hidden blade on his right wrist, testing it and making the blade swiftly pop out and then back. He strapped the katana to his side and slipped the signature dagger into his right boot.
“Yo, Teris! Get your lazy butt up!” A voice yelled from the other side of his closed door, Teris replied merely with another moan. “We've got somewhere to be,” The voice belonged to his cousin Skylar and the leader of the Poisons.
“I know, I know.” Teris replied wearily. Almost instantly a thought occurred to him, his cousin would never be up before midday so it must be extremely late. Teris swiftly lifted his head and shot up out of bed, grabbing the nearby clock and glancing at the time; 8:19. “Ugh.” he threw the thing back over at the bedside table, however it missed and smashed against the wall. Teris didn’t care though, he merely fell back onto the bed and covered both his eyes with his arms, letting out another loud groan.
It took approximately ten minutes for Teris to finally pull himself out of bed, he threw on some clothes which he left on the floor; a white shirt, white trousers, a brown belt, black boots which went past the knees; and a black jacket. He picked up his gloves from the floor, his weapons, and a hair band on the side before exiting the room and continuing into the kitchen. He threw the weapons on the kitchen counter, making a loud scraping sound which made him cringe.
“Morning Sky,” Teris yawned, finally putting on both of his gloves and pushing the long hair away from his eyes. One could easily tell that he had just gotten out of bed, Teris never made an appearance without his hair tied up if he could help it; his clothes were scruffy and his eyes showed nothing but exhaustion. Teris flinched slightly when he heard yet another bang from the roof, “Damnit, doesn’t that guy take a break?” he glared towards the roof and grumbled. It was rare for Teris to be in such an irritable state, usually he would be calm and collected, however when faced with a hangover as painful as this he could not act his usual self; everything annoyed him. Finally Teris managed to drag his hair into a hair band behind him, allowing some to hang loose at the front. He glanced around the kitchen and found an bottle of beer on the side. Cursing himself from not putting it away, Teris grabbed it from the kitchen counter and pulled the lid off with his hands. He took a long swig but felt extremely ill so decided to tip it away.
“I don’t think I ever want to drink again.” Teris uttered under his breath, resisting the urge to vomit. He collected himself together and turned back around to Skylar, “Get the others and let’s get this meeting over with.” Teris said as he began attaching the weapons to his person. He fastened the hidden blade on his right wrist, testing it and making the blade swiftly pop out and then back. He strapped the katana to his side and slipped the signature dagger into his right boot.