Lasarian Opps
Jan 12th, 2003, 08:37:10 AM
Today was a good day for Lasarian. He'd finally reached the point of maturity, and was now ready to go out on his own, away from his family. He was a tall, strong boy, with a strong desire to make his notch in history more than a tiny splinter. His eyes were a vibrant green, and his long, dark hair was the color of Oak Bark.
He'd gotten up earley that morning, and snuck out of his house without his mother knowing. His mother and father had had a "falling out" when he was small, but he still loved them both feircley. He hadn't seen his dad in a long time, but he still took on his name, "Opps", anyway. He'd been taught how to fight from his parents, and fight well at that. His mother had taught him hand to hand, while his father trained him with swords for a long time. He'd grown accustomed to blasters on his own, without any formal training, but a very tight aiming eye. He could shoot the wings off a fly from fifty feet away.
Today he planned on having some sort of adventure, he didn't care what. He wanted today to be one to remember. He had a rapier strapped to his left, and a blaster to his right. He had a dagger his father made for him a long time ago, strapped inside his boot, as he'd been taught to do.
He went down the hill that his house had been built upon, and ventured into town. Today there was a city-wide flea market in the town square, and he was hoping to find somthing interesting there. He didn't much care what, as long as it was out of the ordinary.
He'd gotten up earley that morning, and snuck out of his house without his mother knowing. His mother and father had had a "falling out" when he was small, but he still loved them both feircley. He hadn't seen his dad in a long time, but he still took on his name, "Opps", anyway. He'd been taught how to fight from his parents, and fight well at that. His mother had taught him hand to hand, while his father trained him with swords for a long time. He'd grown accustomed to blasters on his own, without any formal training, but a very tight aiming eye. He could shoot the wings off a fly from fifty feet away.
Today he planned on having some sort of adventure, he didn't care what. He wanted today to be one to remember. He had a rapier strapped to his left, and a blaster to his right. He had a dagger his father made for him a long time ago, strapped inside his boot, as he'd been taught to do.
He went down the hill that his house had been built upon, and ventured into town. Today there was a city-wide flea market in the town square, and he was hoping to find somthing interesting there. He didn't much care what, as long as it was out of the ordinary.