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[Asher Fenix]

( Smooth Operator )

NAME Asher Fenix
RACE Hume
GENDER Male
RELIGION Shephalim (Teriv)
AGE Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH November, 13
OCCUPATION Guild Member

HEIGHT Five Foot Ten (70 Inches)
WEIGHT Hundered Seventy Pounds
EYE COLOR Auburn
FACE CLAIM Gareki-Karneval

"After he had finished stealing all of the pencils from the emmaculate ivory cup while the decrepit example of wrinkles and librarian glasses had turned to pick up her stamp of approval he groaned and placed both of his hands on the glass barrier between them making obscene fingerprints. Is it done yet? I mean... between the two of us you I have a tad more time to wait in this office than you do, what with the age thing you got going on there. She gave him a scowl with all the age lines she could muster and so he pressed his hands to his face and sat in the chairs of the office. He propped his legs up therefore taking another three chairs in the room that was almost crowded. He shortly fell asleep afterward.

Maybe, just maybe old age will get her and a nice new perky secretary will take her place and stamp me clear

[AMBROSIA LEVESHILA]

( careless reality )

NAME ambrosia inamorta leveshila
RACE azca
GENDER female
RELIGION shephaim
AGE nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH december twentieth
OCCUPATION freshly trained spy

HEIGHT one hundered and sixty two centimeters
WEIGHT one hundred pounds
EYE COLOR electric blue
FACE CLAIM vocaloid-luka

When Ambrosia's finger's slipped from around the black inked pen, she looked over the small application. Everything was written in an elegant form, and was complete. She looked up at the woman sitting before her, raging through paper's to get things done. Ambrosia gently slid the clip board to the woman without saying a word, not trying to knock of the woman's scattered concentration. The man next to the long, pink haired, gently voiced, Ambrosia was giving the woman hell. She looked over at him, her eye's out voiced anyone in the room, but she didn't say anything. As the man went over to set down, Ambrosia talked to the woman in a hush, straightforward voice. "My application is done, ma`am." Her pronunciation and tone was perfection in a god's eyes.

When turning to sit down, she noticed the blunt, mean man sitting down, with his legs stretched out over three to four chairs. Her eye's were dropped from him, as there was no seats left. Ambrosia walked gracefully over to the man, and stood beside where he laid lazily. She didn't look down at him, but listened to his smart remarks. Her face stayed elegantly straight, though in the inside was tickled by the man.

[Asher Fenix]

Perched perfectly and precariously having maneuvered the bends and curves of his legs over and above the armrests that attempted to impede his comfort. He placed the pen in the pocket of his pants letting the chain hang out of the pocket for a certain flair effect. It would be easy now to wait for the old lady to finish the process, if not sooner he could simply just nap here. But, of course he couldm't simply rest in the middle of the room as his eyes before they shut locked onto with hawk's precision to the figure of the form forward in front of his body. A new almost citizen applying also for their credentials made themselves appear in front of him.

She had, pink rosy pink hair that was like Bam! and eyes of electric blue that were like Pow! and so many other features that had comic book sounds attached to them. Needless to say she was attractive, he could take by skin tone and by the way she walked and took her time to talk that was probably and azca. He wouldn't have paid her a second mind after that as he was almost about to be comfortable, but then she took him by surprise as she turned her body to the point that her eyes were upon him and her stride began to begin. Soon she ended up in front of him with a look that was painted on neutral. He smiled a smirk and questioned Ah, you probably want to use my pen, dont'cha? he plucked the tool of writing from his pocket by the chain and swung it in a circle before letting it come to rest in his palm.

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[AMBROSIA LEVESHILA]

She watched the man carelessly position himself, and get comfortable among the array of chairs. Her mind wandered what the guy actually thought he was doing. Ambrosia expected someone to say something to him, but no one did. Maybe people we're to afraid of the male. But she didn't bother. She stood there in an eloquent trance, as people stared at her, and gawked at her beauty. She wasn't full of herself. She just knew what people thought when they saw an azca. Ambrosia noticed the man on the chairs also looking up at her. Her eyes shown in the light, only to be more subtle and electrifying as ever. Mind blowing to say the least. Maybe an uneasiness would settle, but that's not what she was going for.

As the man took out a pen, her curiosity for him was at a peek. He began to sling it around, like in a futile attempt to make her jealous and want it. At first she tried to ignore him, but then she raised a eyebrow at him. She did not smile, nor frown, or show any other emotion. Her arm's crossed over her chest, as Ambrosia spoke in a metallic voice, "I think I'll be fine without it." Her voice was cold, and sophisticated as she turned her body and shrugged. Her heels clicked against the tile, as her patience was running thin. But it didn't show. She was born not to let it.

Ambrosia then walked over, and knocked his leg's unfaithfully out of a chair. Only to set her own body down in the now open spot. Her glossy skin shown underneath lights, as she crossed her legs, and sat up straight. People stared, and smiled, laughed. She did not though. She did not even look at the man she cut off. Her head was straight forward, and focused on something no one else could see.

[Asher Fenix]

He grinned a tenacious grin as he twirled the pen, it landing in his hand with a certain specific din. Disappointed as she made it a point that she didn't require his recently acquired tool of tales. He pocketed it precisely placing it back to the same spot in his pocket where he had put it before, knowing that he would most likely ditch it somewhere outside of this dreary dreadful office with its ivory floors, its abrasive drywall ceiling and its walls with excuses for murals and a sickly warm colored background to boot.

His comfort zone was suddenly invaded and his fuse was cut in half, he had a small tolerance for these sort of things. His legs slightly slid slowly with a drooping motion to the left off of a chair as Ms.Perfect who he was most certainly assured was an azca or just the most emotionless, rude person he had experienced yet. He would have snapped at her if for not one of two things, it was within his internal book o' cool not to deck a woman, especially for something so minor and that on another note, she was quite fetching if he had to pick out one of her traits. Her wonderful personality was definitely not something he however enjoyed.

His legs came to the ground with a light thud, he ignored the few small pockets of laughter. A disapproving look from him with the quality of a mother admonishing her child soured them with guilt. All you had to do was ask me to move, ms.congeniality

[Nicholas J. Ezekiel]

Nicholas had the file within his hand that contained all the information that the Information Desk needed to complete his registration to the Thamos city-state. Heading straight to the desk to discover a broken orb that linked the desks writing tool to the desk. However the man had already completed the sheet the others who stood in the lobby wanted to complete. Going beyond a pink-haired female, and a strange petty hume. Reaching the desk, a women looked up to the crimson locks and was about to present the speech she gave everyone, however he simply passed her the document. The women quickly passing on his country identification to him, before he turned around. He required this form of identification to access those who entered the city-state empire. An assassin, Nicholas was not one exactly desired within the kingdom. His Azca bloodline only meant every action he took was perfect, a perfect assassin of Estellia. With this the women told him that she would complete the file in a few moments and to wait in the lobby.

Turning around the man came to see the interaction between the pink haired female, and the hume. Watching as he slowly approached the pair as they fought with one another. Rather the female pointed out the hume's imperfections and snapped, moving his feet from the crowded chairs finally taking a seat as the hume spoke back to her, wrong move. Nicholas might not any feelings for the female, however it was clear the line of descent she came from. The motion of her walk, the soft spoken speech, and the empty stare only meant one thing, she was the same as him, Azca. A small laugh escaping his perfect facial features as he leaned against the wall. Nicholas did not desire to argue with the hume, and other people within the lobby. "I'd be more careful hume, not all of us can control our temper perfectly." he stated to the one known as Alahir. Little did the young man know of the dangers he had put himself in. An assassin standing right beside him, capable of ending his life with a single movement of his hand. At least with the hume dead he'd have a seat with silence, compared to this bickering.

[Toū]

Moving down the spiral flight of stairs that led back to the reception hall for identification, Toū realized he forgot the get a facsimile of his materials for his personal filing. Not one who frazzled much, it was however always nice to hold derivative documentation of your existence in a specified location. Wasn’t it? Soft, near inaudible thumbs echoed from his feet as one foot moved gradually in front of the other; indicating a quiet descent back into the lackluster office. He didn’t enjoy such places, but tasks needed to be done, and this was the only way he’d ever do it. I mean, the Hade was already in the building; it would be rather pointless to not accomplish the charge while in the same bureau.

Breaking into the highly-lit room, deemed acceptable by the city of Thamos, The cherry-blonde Hade motioned himself towards the desk. However just before making touch with the marble countertop, he stopped in place. Turning his head, expressing his golden irises towards the array of chairs that rested alongside the wall, Toū found interest in those that occupied the area. A hume, and from his mannerisms, a rather ostentatious, narcissistic one. To his immediate sides, were Azca? Oh, they had to be. Not paying much attention to the red-haired male, the Hade took in the sights of the woman for a moment, She had beauty obviously. But her soul lacked any form of empathy that made her humane. Though It wasn’t odd to find such a diversity in races in the Registration segment of the city. It was peculiar however to see them bickering over what, through his perception, was absolutely nothing.

Not giving them another second of his circuitous time, he turned, and stood in line, his almond eyes now peering towards the front, awaiting his ascent towards the desk once more. Ignorance was a traceable peculiarity in most.

[AMBROSIA LEVESHILA]

Ambrosia sat quietly. She didn't move, nor flinch. The man she had knocked off was rather envious of her attitude, carefree. Was she not? Her head turned, then again to pay a slight bit of attention to the man. "Ms. Congeniality? I have not heard that one. At least not till now." Her voice was still quiet, and soft. Then, a red haired man came. He did not show traits of an azca. He smiled, and laughed. But otherwise the way he carried himself was perfect, and he had features of her own kind. Amborsia weirdly admired him. He didn't seem to be afraid to show what he was feeling. She wanted to say something, but his words struck her hard. He was taking up for her in a sense. She could easily do this on her own, but she did not show such a harsh reality to the hume. Ambrosia's blue eyes peered up at the fellow azca, then down at the floor.

"I would not worry about him. He is not bothering me." she stated, trying to back it up so the man would not go off on the mere child. Closing her eyes for another second, she reopened them to peer at a orange headed man walking down the stairs. He glared at them, then went off to do his own business. Amborsia studied him for a while. She was unsure about his race, then decided to give it up and turn back to the hume. "You look disheveled though my dear. Do such innocent creatures like ourselves scare you about your imperfections?" Her face did not falter, Ambrosia's gorgeous hair shone in the light as then her fingers slipped over her pale lips and stayed there.

[Asher Fenix]

Oh dear, are you sure? Your quite the charmer? He forced himself not to choke on the sarcasm forced out of body in that one single statement. He watched with analytic and judgmental eyes as she remained a statue, carved, chiseled, sculpted to a point of beauty yet made of inanimate material. Cold and constant, unable to do very much other than look pretty and move from one spot to another with such a demeanor of a portrait. He was disappointed however that her personality was so lackluster to only include conversational wit. It was the same with most of the azca women, pretty to look at, but in companionship about as giving as a emotional scrooge. But, he couldn't generalize such things, there would always be outliers.

A shock of flames bounced into the materialized into hair, of a one man with a peculiar balance of demeanor. A bit of both azca and hume qualities, it was more of what he preferred, still showing emotion. He however had prompted him on first greeting with a foreboding warning which to him was a bit hostile and gratuitous in such a manner. I suppose some people are a tad pugnacious from birth He gave him a nonchalant glance and a smile of defiance. If he wanted to publicly give him what he believe was a scary warning than he would play his childish game.

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