Description
David stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall, and he wears his short straw colored hair differently depending on his mood - combed forward, combed backward, painstakingly spiked, or messy (playful yet meticulously styled). The sparkling emerald green of his eyes is always matched by the clothing he wears, a diverse collection of the best of the best of Ward & Ward designs, with colors featuring earthy greens, browns and blues. The lobe of his right ear is twice pierced, and he wears two diamond stud earrings. His broad shoulders, strong arms, chest and legs are a result of his favorite pastime, game hunting, an activity he eagerly shares with is father.
Personality
David was always fascinated by Kaplians since he was a young boy, constantly egging on his parents' servants to perform their special abilities to entertain him in times of boredom. This fascination, however, in no way equates to respect. Like his father and mother, David is completely indifferent to the plight of the subservient Kaplians, seeing them only as a form of amusement and treats them worse than the lowliest of animals. While blissfully ignorant of his untoward behavior, David does have several very close Matrisan friends to whom he is unwavering loyal, and spends much of his time socializing, gathering new design ideas, and working diligently as the Executive General Manager of his parents' enterprise.
Equipment
As a Matrisan, David has no special powers, but he is particularly skilled with the automatic crossbow, his and his father's weapon of choice for recreational game hunting.
History
David Ward was born to Garron and Irisa Ward, a well to do Matrisan family in the district of Enhasa, and lives two houses down from the prominent Bandi family, owners of Bandi Industries. The Wards run a steadily growing business of their own, a textile design and manufacturing company called Ward & Ward Enterprises, famous (or perhaps infamous) for employing Matrisen within their Design Group, the division responsible for product conception, design and improvement, and Kaplians in their Manufacturing Group, essentially the underprivileged manual laborers working endlessly for the company's five factories.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”