Avalon Frost
(Fantasia)
Avalon awoke from another twisted nightmare. The walls were dark, the floor was dark, and his sight couldn't help him. Do I sleep in a cave? The air around him was thick and humid but moderately cool. It's my room, I'll keep the humidifier running if I want to. He chuckled. Using the moisture around him, Avalon guided himself to the door. His deep blue eyes absorbed the light of the hall in gasps, forcing him to shut them. Floor underfoot, he padded his way downstairs. "Who's that?" he whispered. A figure moved through, no, with the shadows in the main chamber. Well, I might as well go active. I've got nothing better to do. he thought, shuddering at the thought of suffering through another dream.
He felt right in Fantasia. After all, it was the outcast guild to him. So it seemed. All of the misfits, orphans, and troubled youths ended up smack-dab in the middle of Fantasia activity. No one fought each other here. Usually. No names were called no hurt came between Fantasia members unless it was severely provoked. Even if fights broke out, it was better than the streets. He'd known that truth from the time he was abandoned.
"Dinner was great," he yawned, patting his stomach. "I should probably learn to slow down... Gotta love the little things though." He made it to the bottom of the stairs finally opening his eyes again. They worked now, showing him the gaping maw of the main chamber. It was somewhat of a huge room with large double doors in the front and various hallways interconnecting the room with the rest of the first floor. He located the figure once more. It was a female approaching the Job Board. I wonder who it is. Avalon approached the board as well and in a quiet, friendly voice he spoke. "Are there any good jobs up yet?" He thought he knew who it was, but in this light he couldn't be sure until he saw her face.