Dimos

Wiping his shoe against the grass, blue would smear along the ground. Finishing his tasteless meal, Dimos would look at the remains of the creature he felled. "That really it? I was expecting a bit more to be honest." As if aggravated by his words, another chorus of squishing noises would be made audible. Shifting his gaze to his surroundings, a variety of colorful jelly creatures were slowly inching towards him. "Guess I'll make this quick." In unison, the gelatinous creatures leapt at him. Flipping his weapon into a reverse-grip, Dimos would make a rapid spin, slicing each of the

His feet trudged through the damp forest, leaving small indentions of each of his steps. Without Genshiro, the place sounded far more... alive. Leaves and branches were heard rustling nearby, earning a glance from Dimos. Giving an enemy a preemptive strike could prove rather fatal to him. Dying after spending so many years in this game would just be a bit pathetic. Feeling a rumbling in his stomach, he would reach into his inventory and secure a ration from within. He would only get a few bites in before being interrupted. A gooey sound was suddenly heard. Holding the bread in his mouth,

An eyebrow raised on Dimos's face. The man was gifting him the pole? "You normally just hand away your shit to random people?" The fisherman would grin in response. "No, not everyone. Just you folks that I think need it. Now get on out there, live a little." Anthony would begin to make a shooing motion with his hands, ushering Dimos away. Adding the fishing pole to his inventory, Dimos would turn away. Eyes scanning the shoreline, he would find that Genshiro no longer sat along the edge of the water. "Damn it, that was my free ride. Now I have to deal with the pests." Thanks to G

Dimos began to contemplate the words he heard. "I'll... take it under advisement. Those people are all pretty dangerous. Getting on their bad side would spell the end for anyone." Genshiro would shrug. "Depends on who you are. I've seen the board. There is someone on there with over a hundred names. Become like them and you won't have to worry about shit." Dimos shook his head. "That's the last kind of person that I'd be interested in knowing me." As the heat of the cigarette began to burn his fingers, he would stamp it out in the dirt in front of him, watching it fragment. Balancing the

His eyes continued to scan for herbs in the area as the others began to speak. Enya seemed to have joined for the fun and freedom this game had offered. Unfortunately for them all, it was a bit more than what they had intended on chewing. As time went on, things only seemed to become more and more crazy. As of late, Dimos had noticed the standard NPC's acting a bit out of character. The talk of orange players caught his attention. Dimos had seen a surprising number himself but had not been confronted by any of them. In fact, he seemed to have been specifically making plenty of deliveries

In an instant, a gleaming scale was added to his inventory and the bait magically vanished from next to him. "Look at that, I must just be better at this than you." That grin of Genshiro's widened. "You must have a knack for this. Reminds me, I've really been thinking..." Genshiro offers Dimos a cigarette as he speaks which is quickly lit and drawn from. "You got a lot of talent with many things that I think you're wasting here. You follow orders to a tee. I really think you should find your own thing here. Shit, you have to have some passions right? Follow them." An exhale of smoke woul

ID: 212733 LD: 9 2/5 Materials found Listening to Enya speak, it was obvious that she was much younger than him. That spark of hope for the world and what it had to offer remained lit inside of her. Was he going to allow himself to be the one to stamp it out and make her face reality? A sigh would be heard escaping from his lungs. 'Damn, kids are tenacious as hell. I need a smoke.' Blue eyes would meet with Enya's chestnut before he spoke. "If it pains you that much we can call each other business partners. Other than that, you have two misconceptions. One..." he raised his index fing

ID: 212702 CD: 10 LD: 15 Gleaming Scale obtained! Turning back, now with a fishing pole and bait in hand, he would return to the gruff man who sat on a bucket, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Hey you know that's not fair. Your dumbass hasn't given me work to afford any of those. Give me one." A grin came from the other man. "These are gonna kill you someday you know." Dimos shrugged. "This is a game and besides, you're coming to hell with me." That would earn him a chuckle. Lining his hook with some of the 'special' bait, he would fumble with the pole for a moment before cas

Approaching the shack, that monotone voice called out, "Do you have a fishing pole I could use?" The fisherman set down his pole, looking Dimos up and down for a second. "Sorry, I just had to see who was being a debbie downer! Lighten up, man! Never gonna be good at fishing if you can't make yourself enticing enough for something to wanna bite!" Dimos raised an eyebrow. What was this man's personality? A bit overwhelming. "Name's Anthony. Don't worry, I'm what you call a professional, a real catch honestly." Dimos stepped forward as the NPC had his fun complimenting himself. "Humble too, aren'

ID: 212693 LD: 18 2/5 Materials found Eyes trained on the young woman, he began listening to her spiel. Oh god, was she about to begin to delve into some sad backstory? He'd best attempt to defuse the bomb before it was too late. If only he had a smoke.... "Yeah, well I'm sure they were just busy," the dark-haired man replied as he watched her dig up another of the plants. "Besides, the butler was just doing his job. He was paid to care for you, don't mistake it for love." Harsh words were spoken in a monotone voice. He wasn't attempting to be an asshole, simply stating what he believ

ID: 212679 LD: 17 1/5 Materials Gathered There was something quick to be discovered about Enya that he hadn't picked up yet. She liked dealing in absolutes. Raising a brow at the ultimatum before him. "You don't have to be either. Friends are something you make when you don't care about the score. I like to be paid for my work. You don't get through life because of friends. You get through it with hard work." His monotone voice made that sound as if he was a robot attempting to indoctrinate her. His parents had done the same and so had he all of his life. The system worked, why attemp

"Anyways, I've always just been able to tell just from looking at you. Need to learn how to lighten the fuck up. Take a break for once." Dimos opened his mouth to protest but never even got the chance. "Tell you what, I know just what you need. We're going fishing." A confused expression rested on Dimos's face. "I don't have any fishing gear." he would state to Genshiro plainly. Besides, if the man didn't have any jobs for him then he'd rather go find another job from someone else. "Don't worry, you can rip some off an NPC if you take his quest. Come on, I'll show you." Genshiro ended up

Blue eyes gazed up into the man that towered from the doorway. Dimos was rather tall but was still dwarfed a bit by the hulking man. A wave of smoke washed over Dimos as the man exhaled. Rough unruly dark hair was slicked back atop of the man's head, a white-tank top covering his torso. "Any jobs today?" Dimos would ask the man. Leaving the door swinging open, the hulk would step back into the building. Making pursuit, Dimos would enter the building as he had many times in the past. "Thought I told you jobs were scarce at the moment, why do you come back every day?" Dimos would immediately rep

Footsteps could be heard striking the cement as he took one step after another. His blue eyes remained trained on the familiar cement path. The alley was tight in between the buildings, allowing for the passage of only a few people at a time. Like normal, he was alone. The man was adorning a long-sleeve white collared shirt and dark gray slacks that fit nicely below them. Despite appearances, the clothes were cheap and the man wearing them was broke. A short weapon remained sheathed on his back, the hilt barely sitting over his shoulder while the point came only to his buttocks. His dark

Enya's warning fell on deaf ears. If Illi was going to act like a brat, he was going to treat her like a brat. He was irritated that he felt like he was babysitting her. Babysitters charged quite a hefty amount after all and he had been left penniless. Ren had already begun promising her to be a meat shield. Boy was far more of a pushover than he had anticipated. No wonder why he hadn't managed to drive off Thing One and Two before their departure. Finally, they had come to the right location. While the others wrinkled their noses to a wave of new smells, Dimos didn't seem even phased by

Illi was definitely a bigger nuisance than most he had dealt with. He could feel his stress levels rising just by standing next to her. Made him want another smoke. Stepping from the building at Ren's guidance, they would make their way back outside. Opening the menu to find the map of the city, he could see exactly where the group needed to head and... it was not where Ren was pointing. Luckily for him, Illi was willing to steer that hand back into the right direction. A yawn forced his hands to his lips. A glance down at the watch on his wrist revealed that time was running short. A co

The walk he had made in silence, hoping to avoid conversation with the violet-haired woman. The hope was to complete this job, get paid, and lose her in the sea of people trapped in Aincrad. For the travel, he pulled out a baguette-styled piece of bread, sinking his teeth into it every few steps. His eyes remained plastered on the two women, prepared to fend them off if they attempted to steal his meal. It wouldn't be long before the group entered the town of Tolbana, approaching the large stone walls that surrounded the town. If he recalled, this place normally stood as a resting ground

He should have known that it would have been far too much of a blessing to get the two pests to buzz off. "You ate his apple, what would the man want with you?" He would hastily reply, keeping a smile trained towards the white-haired man. The information on Dorian's location was priceless. Even without the white-haired boy there was work to be done now. However, Mayor made it sound as if the man was an NPC. Those guys typically paid less than a player organization. At this moment, however; any pay was better than none at all. "You both look like businessmen, and good at earning that mool

The irritating buzzing kept on droning in his ear. Her insults shifted from the smell of the cigarette to his clothing attire. Disregarding the insult, he would answer it as a direct question. "Think I'd be standing here listening to you yap if I could afford some designer shit? This is some basic crap I found to put on to find work." His eyes glanced over to the tan-haired girl who seemed to be ravaging an apple without remorse. These are not the kind of people one would be around to find some kind of job. Starved animal, klutzy, and irritating were not features many were fond of. It was time

Another exhale spewed a plume of smoke into the air, which hung like a veil, slowly dispersing with each passing second. A few conversations seemed to chat up the fountain air, but none seemed to speak of something he could assist with. A flick of that cigarette brought about an irritating sound... the one of a voice speaking in his direction. "Do you have to do that here!? It smells, wouldn't you rather wipe your ass with your own tongue?" Blue eyes drifted back to the violet-haired woman. "Smell? I lost that sense a while back, sweetheart. Thank goodness for that, your attitude m

The light of sparks was soon accompanied by the sight of smoke lazily wafting through the air, swirling and twirling like ghostly tendrils. A sharp inhale would be heard from the blue-tinted black-haired man as he stepped through the city streets. Stowing the lighter in his white shirt's chest pocket, his eyes would begin drifting about the streets ahead of him. The eyes, a dull grayish blue, would set themselves finally on the center fountain in town. As the absolute center of town, this was one of the best places to meet people who were looking to have work done. Jobs had been horridly scarc

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<<Dimos>> Life is a lot easier when you stick to your own thing and just do what is asked. Age: 29 Gender: Male Height: 6'1 |185cm Weight: 170lbs | 77.1kgs Backstory Virtues Flaws