Sphix

Once upon a time, people told him that monsters were not real. Monsters were part of the psyche to make up hallucinations in the mind. But monsters are real. The don't have to look like monsters. They can be human too. No one told Dex that. Dex had to see it to believe it. And seeing is believing, right? Yes. Right. And before his eyes laid a forest that had a canopy roof that covered the tops absorbing the sky lights. Little spots of rays speckled the ground trying to push its way through the rough thicket that the game designers built. He stood in place staring up at the unusual fauna a

How? What? He was looking at how this tail reacted. It had its own will and he was simply in amusement and wonder now. Hand didn't move away as he let her tail guide him. It was fascinating to him how the mechanic of this was working. He reflected on her tone and realized that had done something terrible. He bowed his head slightly and spoke.”I'm sorry, Yue Hua. I got a bit excited.” He had realized long ago that his personality may clash with others with his strange upbringing. He lifted his head up and listened to her answers. Too broad, he thought. His blue hues scanned the perimeter

Jewels? He heard the words but continued to work on his way of speaking. When he mastered it, he noticed the changes in her demeanor. Was it him? Was it her? With no experience, the feeling was strange with nothing to resonate to. He flashed a radiant smile and spoke. “Thank you for the help!” It reminded him of a nurse who taught him English. She still took care of him with his medication. Her squeak caught him off guard after the compliment. He had experience in that due to the social work he had to experiment on with others. He knew that it was a positive outcome and he was happy she

Variety? What were these other items that seemed foreign to him? While most common items such as strawberries and oranges were recognized, they were alien to him. He pulled his sunglasses off and examined the fruit product trying to see if he could interest himself in trying it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thought. Fork was raised and soon plunged into the orange. The citrus smell invaded his nose, and he was excited as it triggered the saliva glands. He dipped and placed it into his mouth to start chewing. To his delight, it was tasty. Her honeyed words again caught him of

Hip hop. Hip hop? He was slightly skipping to a melodic tune in his head pushing all unnecessary noise from the people speaking along the streets. This time though, both hands were stuffed in his pockets as he still made evasive maneuvers against the advertising folks and their wares. All he had to focus on was that little marker ahead to where he would find out his next target would be. The faces of those that seemed to be unimportant to him seemed blurred. They were unimportant. They need not have a face, he thought. This was what it was like in reality to him. There were few people wh

Click clack. Click clack. Dexter's footsteps struck the cobblestone lightly producing that sound. It almost seemed unnerving. Sunglasses were perched upon the bridge of his nose as those oceanic eyes peered behind them quickly absorbing the scenery at a rapid pace to analyze. People who were not people but digitized data and then people who were people who could die or kill in this world. Everything seemed real and then fake at the same time. Poor Dexter. Not having immersed in such matters before, the idea of mingling and socializing was a fast no. Snow white hair seemed to whirl upwar

Transfixed on some of those high-quality weapons on the wall, he was too busy admiring them before he noticed anyone speaking to him. He noticed a man through his periphery and turned his head to the smith who had a chain and his coat. Astonished, he lost interest on the wall mounted items before gazing upon his new items. This place was great. "Thank you kindly." He spoke happily accepting the two items he requested for. It was indeed beyond his wildest dreams as he felt the coat and realized it wasn't heavy. Perhaps it was part of the systems game where he would find it lighter. He loo

Another shop. He was transfixed on the focal point of the door before he pushed open the barrier. The night was colder than he had imagined but it was warm in this place?! He pulled his glasses down and stared at it wide eyed. Never had he seen a place in existence that looked as rich as this. He wondered how he could even achieve this point or was this the pinnacle? Footsteps echoed around the building, and he thought about how it seemed very nice to hear it. He was fascinated but he saw a cat. A cat? Was it a real cat? He slowly moved toward the feline and leaned down to look at the cre

Gust of wind came with as the white-haired wonder pushed open the door wandering inside the blacksmith. The smell of soot and metal filled his nostrils as he stared around with his oceanic blue crystal eyes. He let out a whistle out as he stared at the setting and took it all in. Step by step, he walked around looking at the wares and took in the ambiance of the game itself. It was real. Damn it was all real, he thought in his head. Never having experienced this in his life, he placed a finger across the glass tapping it slightly before reaching the counter. The texture of it was authent

Name: Dexter Livingston Age:25 Gender: Male Build: Slim/Muscular Nationality: American Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6'4 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: White History/Personality/Virtues/Flaws Equipment/Inventory Skills Threads