Crimson Mercenaries's Story

Luric would enter the bar, he had a "Day off" is how his elder brother Axel put it. While his Captain and lover were with one another, and relaxing from the conflict they under went, which was still a mystery to the rest of the company. He walked into the bar leaving a trail of melted snow behind him, steam rolled off his shoulders as he heated himself on the walk over. It was a cold day, but it didn't have to be.

He was a tall young man around six feet and three inches in height, he'd appear to be around the age of twenty one but would in fact be in his early ninety's, with an athletic build. He had no helm nor did he wear the hood of his silk white cloak, that seemed to glisten from the sunlight that reflected off the snow. So his charming face and blood red eyes would show, his spiky red long hair that was draped over his shoulder in a single braid complimenting them. The only thing telling someone that he was a veteran in combat was the long scar that started from the left corner of his eyebrow where no hair grew cut down to his chin.

With a serious face he would step in, he wasn't use to going into these kinds of establishments alone, or by choice. Axel had just recommended it since they had been there on many occasions. But all of those occasions were attending their Captain as protection not from others, but in his opinion to protect others from his Captain. He tended to have a bad temper and was quite unpredictable at times. As he strolled casually for the counter, his boots that he wasn't quite use to after the uniform change were slippery on the bottom and he almost slipped. Flailing his arms about for a moment. He's rarely angry and this wasn't a cause for anger. Though he blushed from the emberrasment he focused and steam rolled out from beneath his feet evaporating the water beneath it. In a moment he focused on tensing the muscles in his legs and what was twenty feet from the bar he was now only a mere couple inches ordering a drink to relax his nerves. It would happen fast in a blink of an eye. He stood next to the man who seemed wounded but cared for so he didn't show his concern.

Luric would turn to see a small girl eating a corpse. 'Hmm' he thought, wondering if she'd like it cooked. He did like to cook things with his ability. But not wanting to show off, being the modest type. He didn't ask. Just watched a little intrigued at what would drive someone to do something. He did like the taste of blood from his own enemies and in fact got off on it in a ways. But to indulge in lifeless blood. Wasn't appetizing to him. He like everyone else in the mercenary company he belonged to. Were sick in their own way. Like Axel and his love for hearing bones crush or crack under the pressure of the heat he created. Or the sound of a body turning to ash, then the sight of it disappearing in the wind. He too liked that.

Luric thought for a moment, remembering the sound bones make when they broke. Cringing, and changing his mind.

Luric noticed a sinister little girl come into the bar then go by the other little ladies side. 'Interesting' he thought, she had a smile that would kill kittens. He then would look around the room, a man who looked pained but not wanting to get involved he seemed to be haunted by something. An elf as well as a woman conversating, something about the woman told him that she was possessed. Something he had experienced in his life only once before. Bored he ordered an alcoholic beverage that had a high proof, poring some on the counter in designs he lit them on fire and watched as the wood beneath it did not burn but the paint peeled from the shear heat of the flames.

Luric out of curiosity for the mans rather large crossbow turned his attention to him. Like his captain he too had a curiosity that would get him into trouble sometimes. But he had a better way with words to avoid fights n such. 'Hmm' he thought once more as he went over to the mans table. Maybe a possible recruit. "Hello sir, care for a drink?" He asked "On me," he continued so as not to confuse the man. He wasn't someone who worked there just a man looking for a friendly conversation.

Luric just waited politely, he was always told ladies first from his mother, then he had killed her first to show that the lesson was learned. Waiting for the man to re-introduce himself he stood silently with a polite smile. Feeling awkward. Maybe this wasn't the best tactic.

"I am Luric, body guard and master scout to Captain Thuman of the Crimson Mercenaries" He said as he shook the mans hand his gauntlet increasing in temperature as he did so, making sure the metal wasn't cold to the touch and uncomfortable. He tended to be like that, caring for others needs, not like a servant because he did it willingly, just conditioned to do so being in a lower family.

Luric waited, a polite small charming smile for the young woman to go first.

Luric looked at the man making eye contact, "I'm here on orders at the moment, to take a..." he paused thinking of how to put it "a day off, is how my elder brother put it" for some reason he had to use what his brother had said, day off, time off, from duties. Even though he was ordered to do so. Else he would have continued with training.

'Damnit' Luric thought, he wanted to speak to the man about his crossbow. "Uh" nervously he went on feeling awkwardly just standing there "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Airian Tearwhip!" He proclaimed as he bowed before her.

Luric a charming smile showed on his face as he reached back itching the back of his head where his spiky red hair met with his long braid, he was tall around six foot three inches in height, athletic build. He had blood red eyes that were fierce complimented by a scar that started at the left of his eyebrow where no hair grew cut down to his chin. He wore a white plate suit of armor with a silk white cloak. Two swords were at his hip as well as weird contraptions built into the armor on his arms. "Would you care for a drink?" he continued the conversation not wanting any awkward silence.

Luric thought after a moment, her eyes reminded him of the woman's of his clan, they didn't have the usual red as his other race. Flashbacks brought on harsh urges, a tear of blood dripped from one of his eyes. "Pardon me" as he raced out of the bar and back to the camp.