Fraisier
Strolling down the street was a horse-drawn carriage, the carriage itself was blue and white signiying the colors of the House of Hughes. The carriage unfortunately has been stuck in a sort of traffic as the driver carefully manuverers amongst the scurring crowds of people. Fraisier looked onwards from the shade of the inside carriage as he looks as the shining sun.
"A most brilliant day your lordship." Spoke Fraisier's escort Maurice.
"Please don't call me in such high regards, I'm no lord." Fraisier mumbled.
"Ah but as always your so modest, an odd characteristic for someone like you." Maurcie responded then he saw the sad face of Fraisier sort of look down in shame. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I must have spoke out of terms...I did not mean to disgrace you your lordship." Maurice spoke flusteredly.
"It is quite alright, you have done no such thing." Fraisier said reassuringly.
Fraisier has been stuck in the traffic of the city for quite awhile, he arrived early yesterday and was staying at the Governor's Mansion, not far off from Posilidia as an esteemed guest. News travels quickly amongst those in High Society, if they wish to hear about such rumors. The talk of the town however, is all about the champions arriving to face the Dragonspawn and save the world at least that is their hope. Fraisier however does not share in the hope, he has seen many spirits of the dead, and they whisper the horrible things the Dragonspawn is capable of. Now the Dead certainly are not the most cheery of sorts, but there solem words of caution makes Fraisier uneasy and even fearful as he doubts that anyone can stop the Dragonspawn.
"My Lord it seems we are about to meet your fellow champions!" Maurice said as he looks down the street.
The other six are a few more blocks down, but many people are moving out of the way making the procession move faster.
"Yes, I suppose we are...", Fraisier saids apprehensively, he was never good about meeting new people, he was far to nervous.
As the Carriage makes its stop next to the other six Maurice steps out on the opposite side of the Carriage and makes his way around. He then opens the left door that Fraisier has been sitting against. As Maurice opens the door, Fraisier steps out timidly but gracefully as his long strawberry-blonde hair stands out in stark contrast to his pale skin and blue clothing. He makes contact with the ground with his leather boots as the gold lining around the flaps sparkle in the sun, then it is covered by his long blue cape, along with the rest of his body. Fraisier looks at the others with the his gloomy, dark blue eyes.
What an assortment. Fraisier thought to himself as he saw the other champions.
Maurice took a bow before Fraisier and then he pivoted and took another bow before the other champions. "Well my lord, I guess this is where we part ways." "I have only been ordered by the Queen to escort you to Posilidia, I must humbly regret that I could not make the rest of the journey with you."
"It is quite alright Maurice, I wish for you and your family only the very best." Fraisier said caringly as Maurice makes a final bow and leaves with the carriage.
Fraisier then turns and looks at the others. Nervousness took its full-swing at Fraisier's spirit as he looks at the others and feels intimidated by the others. From what he was told of them, each of them had abilities, greater than any human beings. He wonders if there like him, and they could see the spirits of the dead, or at least do things that are unusual. He truly hoped that for the one thing that separated Fraisier from the rest of society was his unique abilities. He never shared with anyone not even his own family about his power of the Essence of Spirit, the only person who knows would be Queen Miranda, one of the few people he trusts. How he missed his life back in Perialis, sure to many it may have been lonesome, but at least Fraisier was content. Now thrust upon this grand voyage with six strangers, Fraisier was definitely thrown out of his comfort zone. Fraisier not wanting to give a bad first impression, gave a bow while never making eye contact with any of the others, he had difficulty looking people in the eye. He means no disrespect whatsoever, but looking at others people's eyes tell him the story of their souls, he finds it overwhelming and afterwards he always feels so ashamed about not giving people the proper respect. Again he feels ashamed as he slowly rises keeping his head down only slightly gazing at their bodies before looking away or down again.
Curses Fraisier! Why must I be so afriad, so uncordial! Its disgraceful! Fraisier says mentally attacking himself. He truly hopes they are not offened anyone, otherwise how will they be able to work together to defeat The Dragonspawn?