Moartea

"Well I use to always speak nothing but Romanian for the longest time, until I learned to speak English, Japanese and a few other languages, Japanese I learned on my own without a tutor, was the longest 3 years of my life, but I was able to speak enough to get me by in my video game life." He said as he took another sip from his tea and looked at Celes, "I understand that your affectionate, that I don'y mind, but all my life ever since I can remember people have never shook my hand you see... your not going to believe me but I'm the son to Duke Alexandru Cătălin Mitulescu Kasier; previous Duke to Romania Transylvania." "So you can see why I'm not use to the hand holding or touching."  He said looked at her, having a serious look on his face as he knew many people wouldn't believe him when he told them this information.

Moartea looked at Celes as she grabbed his hand and he wasn't too keen on the whole hand touching, as he drew his hands away and smiled. "That would be nice, but thin... I am not really too big on hand touching as thi... I never had to do so before, sorry about that, its something I have to get use to is all." He said as his wording was laxing abit, as Celes wanted to be his friend, and as such people he saw a friends his speech pattern laxed abit, as he opened the Restaurants HUD and ordered a Chamomile Lemongrass Tea, and a Tulipes with Raspberry Sorbet, as his sweet tooth was coming out and he began to eat his sorbet and sip his rather sweet tea.

Moartea stretched and yawned abit, "Thine doth being asleep and bored, thine was also watching the sky from upon the roofing, thou should try it sometime, tis a fulfilling feeling." He said, his Romanian accent coming forth and his eyes closed, as he opened one and gazed a a woman in front of him and he gazed at her with his Slate grey eyes, a cool tempered feeling they held as his face stayed doll like, not a sense of emotion cam upon it. As his jet black hair laid scattered and in his face, hiding some of it in a mysterious black curtain of hair, giving him a more mysterious aura than before.

As Moartea pushes Celes seat in and he takes his, own, he listens to her, "Thine... has been alone all this time, thine may have thines mother, but... the thing is... thines life hath been difficult, the lost of thines blood mother in child birth, resulted in thines wet nurse to be thines foster mother, and the death of thines father caused even more sadness, as I remember none of it, thous should know thine suffers from Amnesia, and thine doth not remember thine life before five years ago." He said as he looked at Celes and basically he knew not of a moment in his life where he felt it, "And getting back to thines loveless feeling, the reason thine says thine hath never felt love, is simple, thine doth not remember ever feeling it, as thines memory even to this day is not as good as before the accident 5 years ago." He turned his head away and sighed as he brushed the hair out of his eyes.

Moartea when he heard the word love he didn't like that word at all, "Love eh... love isn't something that thine can experience, though thine has a mother back home thine can't really say that thine have ever been loved." "Cared for yes, adored aye, but love... thine nay be'eth to keen on that word." He said in a depressed tone of voice, as he brought Celes to the coffee shop he told her about, and opened the door for her, as he to entered and found a empty seat to sit in. As he pulled out Celes chair and waited for her to take a seat, a gentleman he was acting like usual, something he was taught to be all his life.

Moartea raised an eyebrow when she said front lines, and he sighed, "I can't see thineself out in the front lines, thine may be brave, but I have duties here that I have to attend, i have no time for that position." He said, not wanting to go into the front lines ever, as he didn't like the idea of dying by a boss, he liked his life as it was, as he was afraid of dying. But he knew that his pride wouldn't allow him to admit it, as he stopped and turned his head around, "Hmm... how bout we both grab something to eat, tis tiring walking about in the cold, how bout coffee, thines treat." He said to Celes and gave her his usual warm smile.

Moartea looked at Celes when she asked him of his home, "Thine is from Romania, Transylvania to be exact, and tis cold all the time there, may thine ask where thous is from?" He asked her, seeing her glaive, he knew right off the bat that she was a two handed assault spear user, but that's all he got from her, not having equipment out, he didn't need to have it out, as he wasn't in the field yet, he began the walk, as he led Celes down the cobble pavement of the street, "So tell thine then, what is it that thou doth do again, you must have a profession?." He said as he looked her over, her hair was fantastic looking, curly and bountiful. 

"Aye, very well madame, I shall be back when thou contacts thine, the names Moartea, farethee well then." He said as he spun on his heel and walked out of the shop, waiting for the day that he got the PM from the owner of the shop and retrieved his potions. All he could see was the events come forth, his Col fluttering away as he would gain his new potions.

Moartea walked over to the woman near him and stood across from her, "Thine needs potions, healing ones, one that will give him substantial amounts of Health in battle." He said looked at her with his Slate grey eyes, hoping that she could give him what he needs. "Pricing is not a problem for thine, for thine has a large amount of Col upon thee." His Romanian accent coming through his lips.

Don't let him bother you. He's just mad that his song would be an 80s porno track.

XD That is hilarious, I would see you picking that out for him, and it takes a lot more than him to tick me or bother me, remember I am a Virgo were logical and cool tempered so if Mari's character can't bother me, then what can Alkor do? 

Moartea entered the shop called Celestial Alchemics and was looking to get some healing potions and various other alchemic items for his journey. As he was not in his usual royal purple coat, he was in a tank top, a pair of black denim jeans, and black leather combat boots. He opened the door and looked in, "Hello, doth there be'eth someone thine may talk to?" He asked, not sure who the shop owner is.

-OOC: Haven't completed our topic yet Moartea doesn't know who you are yet.-

Moartea chuckled, "Tis my favorite, reminds thine of home, so if thou hath nothing to do afterwards, how bout we both go for a walk, tis a wonderful scenery, and the weather doth be'eth excellent, oh were are my manner, Moartea, Moartea Kaiser at your service." He said to her, his Romanian accent bursting through his lips, as he looked at her, his Slate grey eyes holding a cool tone to them, and his long jet black hair now fluttering in the wind, as he gave her a smile. His pearl white teeth flashing, as his face was smooth not a speck of facial hair he had, as he looked down to Celes, as he was six foot one inches, waiting for her answer.

As Moartea pulled his hand back he looked at it and balled it up in a fist, as he sighed and leaned back, he didn't want to interrupt the young woman eating, so he got up, doing a Kip-up martial arts  move, he pushes his self off the fountain. And he placed his hands in his pocket and began to walk, leaving the woman to her eating as he then realized, she could solve his boredom, and he turned on his heel and faced her. As he walked up to her and bowed in a polite manner, "Greetings and salutations, tis a dull day, just lounging bout wouldn't thou say'eth so?" "Thines name be'eth Moartea, may thine have the pleasure of knowing thous?" He asked to, returning to his proper stance that he had, straight back, legs together, and hands behind his back, and crossed.

No. You'd enjoy it too much.

You point being Alkor? I want a theme picked for me by the Great Lessa, I like this idea to be frank.

Their called ONE OK ROCK. I like the Japanese lyrics they use.

Pokemon Emerald Version was my favorite one, and the Pokemon I used when I got him was Rayquaza. I'm a sucker for dragon types.

I would like to see what you can muster out of my posts. Even thought I have several Themes, I will add yours as mt True theme.

As Moartea sits up, he hears the crinkling of a sandwich, looks over and sees a woman, over yonder on the other side of the fountain, as he sees her eating a sandwich like his hears predicted. He sneezes as the wind tickled his nose, and he sat up, averting his gaze from the woman and up at the sky, as the snow dances around his body. He went to touch the snow, but as many times before, it dances and skipped out of his reach, he never once felt the cold of the snow, only the wind, as he loves the cold, the only time he felt it was when it was on the ground, but never as it fell. He couldn't as a child put his tongue out to taste the snow as it always evaded him, a event other kids his age at the time had experienced. 

As Moartea got up, he tried to grab the roof for leverage, but he slipped, and lost his balance, and tumbled off the roof. On his way down, he grabbed the roof ledge and caught himself and just let himself fall to the ground, as he fell and landed on his feet. He stood up, being six foot one inches, he was taller than most other people, as he walked over to the fountain, he sat down and leaned back again. Not sure why he lost his grip, probably because he was not paying attention, as he looked up at the sky, he didn't care, not like that fall could have harmed him.

Another day on the fourth floor, Moartea dressed in his usual attire, the one he loved to wear, a royal purple calf length leather coat, with gold trim along the outline of his coat, mapping even to the collar and the shoulders. it had two silver buttons located opposite of each shoulder, each one in the position of the shoulder meeting the chest, as the coat had a slight pink section near the outline of his coat, with a silver belt, having many fine details and intricate designs built into the layout. The coat having a built in vest shirt, consisting of a grey frame, with two rows of five silver grey buttons reaching to the base of the vest, lined with black coloring as his coat has two built in leather strips connected to the silver belt that wrap around to the back of his coat, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair of metal like boots reaching up to his knees, that have a pink outline with two sets of two white dots on each boot. 

As he sat upon the bench near the fountain, he has one leg propped up, in a angle where his knee was pointing towards the sky, his other leg straight. His arms behind his head and his eyes closed, for his long jet black hair was not pinned down by the hair pin, as such it was covering his face slightly. His entire aura was calm at this moment, and the snow like before seemed to not touch him, just dancing inches from his body, like before he didn't care. He was relaxed beyond any ones recollection, for not even his weapon were out, not his sword or shield, as he laid there, the wind blowing slightly and the people walking past him. 

-Moartea's outfit.-

Moartea sighed and looked at Mari, "Why is everyone always after you, can't they solve their problems through words and not violence?" "Mari, I can't understand what your going through, nor am i going to act like I do, but if you need a place to call a home, I always here." "In fact... if you want me to, I can help you get your colour to green again. you ca... shouldn't have to be away from the towns." "Mari, if you want I can help you take on the Redemption quest to get you to being green again." He said as he looked at Mari, trying to help her, if she even wanted his help, if not then he would do as she asks him to. 

"If not, then I understand, but for now, lets try to spend then time we have now together, I like the time we spend together Mari, hell i came all this way just to see you again." He said to her as he stood up and gave her his warm smile, and then activated his <<Night Vision>>, as the green hue appeared upon his eyes, "Just for you, I know how much you like the colour of my eyes when I have this activated." Moartea said to her with a smile, as he was his usual calm and cool headed self, "So... what do you want to do now Mari?", He asked her, waiting to see what she would say to him.

Moartea looked at Yuji, "Tis thines as well, thine to is a blacksmith,  though I mine exclusive materials for rarer items." "Thine mostly dabbers in Osmium Ore, but thine hath expanded to other Ores." He said, speaking in uncompleted sentences, and not giving my info on what he was saying, as he looked back at Yuji, "But tis a shame, thine to hath wasted thines materials, trying to make a heavy plate suit of armor for thines self, 3 weeks thine hat worked ,and not once hath thine successfully made it." He said looking at the sun, twas located in the middle of the sky, meaning it was about noon time, Moartea rubbed his chin not sure what to do at this moment.

Moartea saw the man named Yuji hold out his hand as a way of politeness, something Moartea never had to do back at home in Romania, as he hesitated to take his hand. But he took it and firmly squeezed Yuji's hand as he looked back up at him, "Moartea pleasure, so, does thou have'eth anything planned to do, as thine hath nothing planned, was going to go hunt, maybe gather materials for thines shop, though thine hath been doing that for quite sometime." He said as he was not sure what to do at this moment, nothing was interesting at the moment except Yuji, who seemed to be the only source of entertainment at the moment.

The sound of another person drifted Moartea's eyes over, the Slate grey colour, giving off a cold feeling, equal to the snow around him as he bowed to the man in front of him. "Greetings and salutations good sir, nay be'eth thine in a sour mood, tis nothing to do on this floor, thine be'eth but not entertained nothing excellent be'eth happening here." He said, his Romanian accent bursting forth, as his style of speech never changed, Old English is what he spoke. as his long jet black hair danced slightly in the wind. As he stood six foot one inches, he had to look down to most people, as a shadow creeped from below his feet, as the sun came out from behind the clouds.

A cold day, the snow falling, as the wind picked up, the fourth floor, one of the most active floors Moartea was on, as he loved the cold. This floor was one he loved, because it reminded him of his home in Romania, as he was leaning upon the wall of the tavern.His eyes, cold as the snow, gazed at the players around him, Slate grey they were as his jet black hair danced, held by a hair pin on the back of his head. His clothing rushing in the wind, as he wore a fancy coat, and attire, one he always wore, and one he liked the most, what he had on was a royal purple calf length leather coat, with gold trim along the outline of his coat, mapping even to the collar and the shoulders. it had two silver buttons located opposite of each shoulder, each one in the position of the shoulder meeting the chest, as the coat had a slight pink section near the outline of his coat, with a silver belt, having many fine details and intricate designs built into the layout.

The coat having a built in vest shirt, consisting of a grey frame, with two rows of five silver grey buttons reaching to the base of the vest, lined with black coloring as his coat has two built in leather strips connected to the silver belt that wrap around to the back of his coat, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair of metal like boots reaching up to his knees, that have a pink outline with two sets of two white dots on each boot. As he leaned against the wall, he sighed, ~Nothing to do now a days, nothing but to craft and lazy about. I need something interesting in my life here.~ He thought to himself as he looked up at the sky, the snow coming down from the heavens about, for some strange reason, the snow never seemed to touch him. He always wanted to feel the cold of the snow, never once, has the snow in real life or in this world never seemed to touch him. As he leaned there, having this aura of snow around him, he walked out of the ally he was in and into the plaza center, having the snow dance around him, as his hair danced abit in the snow. None of his weapons or gear was on him, as he didn't need them out at this moment.

-OOC: Moartea's outfit.-