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Saying his head hurt, was an understatement at best. All the regulations and the tour being pounded into his head all at once, though he had been acknowledged and officially welcomed as a grunt he couldn't help but sit on the ledge of a broken window and wonder if hitting the bottom from the story would wipe this headache. 'shit' he rubbed his icy fingers to his temple before swinging his legs back over the ledge, unwelcome thoughts strumming the aching strings of his tired mind. He wanted to nap but he had to sort shit out, ideas festering in his heated skull.

Snagging a pen, small bottle of whiskey, and his half-full sketchbook, he made down the stairs for the beach-side. The roar of the waves casting away his stress, but not nearly enough to settle his nerves. He felt restless?, for so long he had been by his wife's side and the pair needed nothing no one but each-other. The pair had been a terror on the land and it seemed god had snapped his fingers and laid his judgment when he took her away. so be it, he'd been shrugging it off since her death, like it was normal. In truth, he was just... good at numbing shit.

Settling against a dry log nestled in the pale sand, he arched his spine against it with a sigh. Dropping his supplies and tossing off his tattered leather jacket. Blinking against the beating sun, tuning into the songs of the seagulls as they hovered the coast for fish. Molten metallic hues lowering to his tools, fixing the sketchbook onto his lap and taking to sketching. Inky monsters bleeding onto the paper per usual. His skill however, was legendary in his old home. Way before he met his wife, he had done this for a living with a needle and a bottle of ink. Shit was hard to come by nowadays, but he still had his makeshift needle-pen somewhere in his backpack. Surrounded by roughnecks he was sure to get some business eventually. He just... didn't know anyone, nor had he made an effort. Living alone for so long had taken its toll.

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[b]personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip.( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weaponsspike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives

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