(OP-F1) The Fumes of Evil

[Garou 0]

A tall, pale man with long black hair walked the streets of the Starting City with a hand to his chin. He had blue eyes, but they seemed awfully cold for such a calm colour. His name was AnthraX, and he had yet to even exit the initial spawning point in Sword Art Online. Even though he was only Level 1, he radiated a sensation of confidence and raw power. He wasn't really muscular, but his height was almost unnatural.

[Garou 0]

Anthrax walked to the large park in the city, examining the natural portion of the area. Kayaba must have worked hard to get the realistic feel of the grass and flowers. Or, at least the programmers must have worked hard. Ever since the fateful day of the death penalty's reveal, AnthraX felt jealous of the man. An entire world at his mercy...

"One day..." he whispered to himself with his deep, accented voice. "I will take the throne..."

AnthraX continued walking through the park, feeling the bearing weight of the sunlight on his skin.

[Guest]

Moving his hair away from his eyes, Lucivar exhaled a loud breath. Laying down by a nearby hill he thought he was alone to his own rambling mind. The spot he had taken as his own was small and inside the safe town parameters. Shaded by a tree and right in the spot were the cool breeze hit, the dark hair player seemed to be at peace. That feeling was interrupted by the male player approaching.

His eyes squinted to catch a peak at the players gem.

'Green. Interesting.' he silently mused to himself. A small smirk stretching his thin lips as he stared directly at the male. The way he moved was with confident pride, which Lucivar noticed quickly. This player seemed to be one worthy of befriending. If only to keep himself alive inside this game.

"Lookin' for something?" He called out, the smile still on his lips while his hands played with the flowing grass. Thankfully in this world no bugs or insects existed. That was a real blessing.

[Garou 0]

The tall player looked over to the man that called him. "Are you talking to me?" he asked, slightly confused. AnthraX slowed his walking to a gradual halt. The man still had beginner's gear, a cruddy short-sword strapped to his belt with a crude wooden shield slapped on his back. He approached Lucivar slowly. There was no need to rush.