Hynes

Hynes yelped out loud as the little lady pulled on him by his ear. "Ouch, ouch! Damn, woman, I get it! I'll stop!" The plea didn't even make her loosen her fingers around his ear. He even had to lean down just to be head level with her because he was pretty sure if he had stood up straighter, she would be dangling from his earlobe. And holy mother of pearl did this girl have an iron grip. If it were real life, he was sure that his ear would've fallen off already. Hynes narrowed his eyes at the other man in spite as he apologized to both of them. Seriously, what the hell was the dude's problem? He could've just told him to stop like a normal instead of punching him square in the jaw. And boy, did that punch sting. He packed quite the power for being such a timid kid, Hynes had to at least admit that. 

Hynes hissed through his teeth and glared at Kirbs as she kicked his shin ever so lightly. She had her 'parent' face on and he had already gone through this rodeo enough times to know what she wants him to do. "I'm sorry for punching you back, sir," he bit back another sarcastic remark and turned his head back to the girl. He gave her a face that screamed, 'you happy, now?' He let out a sigh of relief as he could finally feel his ear again. Hynes watched Belial walk away with unreadable eyes. Today was quite the day, wasn't it?

He brushed off the nonexistent dirt on his lap and turned his head to the obviously dejected girl. "I think that's my cue to leave," he sighed, smiling one last time at the girl before walking off. With that face, it was hard not to comfort her, but how was he going to do that? He was necessarily the comforting type. Thoughts about the whole fiasco buzzed through his head, but one stuck out more than the rest.

He must really like her.

The grayette took notice of how the redhead's hands fastened into a fist. Well damn, this is going to get complicated real soon. Hynes chortled and looked up again to lock his eyes with the yellow ones of the other redhead as Bell answered back with a vague reply. "Specific, aren't you?" He commented, narrowing his eyes at his suddenly clenched hands relaxed. His conscious was screaming at him to stop talking but when has he ever listened to his head? He cocked his head to an angle and give him a smirk with a raised brow. "Days like this, though? You don't seem like the type of person to actually get out," he stated bluntly. But wasn't it just as true? The guy barely interacted with Hynes at all during this whole fiasco, who was really to blame in this situation? The boy's gray eyes narrowed at him once again as muttered not-so-quietly. "Mind, saying that again, buddy?" 

He was just about to spit venom back at him until he did something he never expect. He punched him. Hard. Hynes landed on his ass with a loud 'umph' and rubbed his jaw. Although it didn't hurt as much as it would have in the real world. It still stung like hell. He looked up and growled at the other redhead. Oh-ho, was he going to get beaten into a pulp. He sighed in relief as Kirbs came rushing over to him and not to that son of a bastard. He stood up and smiled smugly at the other boy. It didn't take a genius for him to figure what was the cause of this. Belial looked almost confused and ashamed of himself, great. He rolled up his sleeves and launched himself at the redhead, aiming for his own jaw.

Hynes cackled devilishly and rubbed his hands together. "Oh, honey, who needs a bathing suit when you can just go in your own?" Her get her a crooked grin and scooped her up in his arms. He could practically hear her bickering her heart out. As he neared the pond, he grinned at her one last time before swinging her back and throwing her into the pond with a hard laugh. "Be freed, little bird! For thee has grown wings!" Hynes let out a loud and shrill laugh as she watched Kirbs fling into the water. "My, my. What a wonderful sight, eh?" He turned his head towards Belial and nudged him with his elbow and grinned. He had no idea what he was doing but hell, he was sure enjoying the heck out of it. A weird question popped through his mind as he turned towards Belial again. "Wait, why do you just have a random pair of swim shorts anyway?"

@Belial

The man’s face twitched as the other redhead had yet again refused to talk to him. What was he, a brick wall? Damn, what did he do to deserve that silent treatment? Who wouldn’t like him? He’s the one and only William Westbrook! Everybody loves him! He was just about fed up with this jerk-- although he couldn’t say much about himself either. He rolled his eyes dramatically as the boy-- Bell, as it seemed-- shoved hot tea down his throat and cough some of it up only a little bit later. He watched like a hawk as Belial bowed down towards the other other redhead, saying his thanks and stuff. “No goodbye for little ol’ me?” he blurted, raising a questioning brow at the man-- or boy as it seemed. Of course, he had to comment that. The man didn’t utter a single word to him the entire time he was there! How could such a monster ignore such grace and perfection?

He didn’t care very much when he started walking away, but he could hear Kirbs sigh in relief when he came running back, but felt her tense up again when the two didn’t exchange any words and Belial went straight for the pond. Smirking, he jumped up and held a finger against his lips as he flashed his signature grin towards Kirbs. He stalked over to the timid player and swore that he was going to regret this future, but when did he ever care of the future? Without hesitation, he pressed his palms against the boy’s back and whistled. “It’s your birthday, man. Live a little!” he bellowed, grinning like a maniac. “You’re making poor Evelyn sad too, you prick. Show some gratitude to her at least,” he muttered, pretty sure that neither Kirbs or Belial would hear him. But how could he know, he always did have a big mouth. Walking back to Kirbs, he fell back on to the grass again and smiled charmingly at her.

@Belial

Hynes' face went blank and he huffed. None shall disrespect his glorious name like that, for it is a sacred word! He played along and sent her a devilish grin. "Babe, if you wanted to have a special nickname for me, you could've just asked~," he replied, sending her a wink along with it. Oh, how he loved toying with this little devil. She gives the most loveliest reactions... which are usually slaps and perhaps a kick to a very sensitive area. He raised his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay! Chill. It's not like I killed your dang queen. Jesus, Evelyn," he sighed in relief, deadpanning. "Take a little joke."

He fell back on to the floor and let out a cackle. "Broke! I told you you're horrible with funds!" He rolled around on the grass and wheezed. He looked up and Bell and grinned. "Don't trust the lady with money," he mumbled, turning his head away so he could avoid that pesky ears of hers. He abruptly sat up and pointed at her. "This is why I took care of the money when we were travelling! If you had the money it would be like, "oh, Hynes, let's buy this" and "Hynes, we need that cupcake right now!"

@Belial

He winked at her and chuckled at her angry self. "Oh, honey, you can wish. But alas, you're far too young for that," he teased, let out a lacy sigh as he fell back to the grass again. Ah~. It felt like good times. He genuinely missed hanging out with the little devil, for too much time had been spent away from her. He looked over at the pancakes and tea again and gave the thought a once over. This wasn't just some casual occasion, he knew that definitely. Neither he or she liked tea, so she was definitely meeting someone else here. He snapped out of it when he realized that someone was watching them. Tilting his head up, he saw an unfamiliar redhead standing not too far away from them. He flipped himself over so that his stomach was pressed against the grass. "Aye, Bell, huh? Happy Birthday, mate," he emphasized the last word clearly and grinned. Her outstretched his arm towards the timid looking boy. "Nice to meet cha', dude. And here I thought my little Evelyn was never going to make any friends!" He piped up, turning his head to smirk at the other redhead. 

@Belial

Hynes pushed through the forestry and squinted as a familiar shade of red hair bit at his eyes. If it wasn't the little lady~! "Ah, we meet again, ya bloody redcoat!" He exclaimed, walking ever so dramatically towards her. Yes, it had been some time since they had been reunited, but how could he resist such an oh-so-adorable face? Of course, her hair was in tassels again and he was sure that she hasn't touched a comb in their two years here! She had a goofy grin plastered on her face, and he internally brightened as she used to smile like that when they hung out with each other before the accident. "Oi, Ev. You're not even going to give your best man a hello?" He gave her a crooked grin and bent down on one knee and snapped his fingers a few times in her face. He leaned on his knee and looked at the current set up she had going on. "Oh, what is this?" He asked, turning his head to smirk at her and then turned back towards the food. "My, my, Evelyn. You didn't have to do this for dear old me!" He gasped, feigning joy. He fell back on the ground and clutched his chest-- right where his heart would be. "I didn't even tell you that I liked--," he lifted his head to looked at the breakfast food. "--pancakes..?"

@Belial

And as if fate had brought the two together once again, Hynes suddenly found himself face to face with an angel sent straight from Heaven~! Ah, but she was young. Way too young for his tastes. Underdeveloped even for a kid, too. And her hair needed some work. With a small, helpless smile and tut tut, he brought his hands to his hips and greeted his old friend. "How wonderful! Always quick with the silver tongue, ya bloody wanka!" He spoke with a mocking, feigned enthusiasm, only mildly interested in what she had to say. He didn't really know how he was supposed to start a conversation with her anyway, to be honest. It must be the age difference. 

"Familiar-sitting?" And then his eyes went wide and his nose wrinkled. He brought his head back like he had just been struck. With her blood? He didn't need to know about that. He turned and started to walk down the street. "T.M.I, Kirbs." He waved dismissively. "I'm busy though, darling, so maybe you should go up to the higher floors and find some swordsman to flirt with. I'm sure with your charm, you'll snag one in no time. You just have to find someone your age." He mumbled the last part: "Someone your age into chicks with... smaller assets."  

Hynes twirled around, smiling. "Good day!"  

Hynes was starting to have some serious doubts. Was this really the friendly, astute Professor Zakariah the local NPCs spoke so warmly about? The calm and helpful quest-giver the lower leveled players wouldn't shut up about? He seemed more like an old and befuddled trainwreck to Hynes - someone better off excorted to the nearest senior home than given free reign to play around with potentially dangerous chemicals. 

He didn't really know whether to question his own sanity or everyone else's. 

So he nodded - slowly. Hesitantly. Cautiously. And the Alzheimer Alchemist nodded right back, grinning from ear to ear. "Good, good, good. Good!" Zakariah turned and busied himself with rumaging through one of the counters, and then continued to dominate the conversation. "Now, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm rather short on supplies," he said with a wave to the shelves full of all sorts of weird stuff. He didn't even look up from whatever he was digging for in his counter. He waited for a reply. Hynes gave him a bad one. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Zakariah whirled around, holding a small satchel in an outstretched palm. "Wonderful. Right! Yes!! So I want you to go out... and pick a few flowers for me. Five, to be exact." Hynes stared at the purse the man was practically shoving into his chest now. "Hurry now, off you go! We don't have much more time left in the day, young man." 

"Flowers?" Hynes scoffed. 

Zakariah wasted no time explaining himself, and started to push Hynes out the door. "Flowers, yes! Many plants are quite rich with sophisticated alchemical properties, you do know." Hynes didn't know. But the door slammed behind him, leaving the young man alone on the porch wearing a man purse. 

God damn, was he rocking that satchel though. 

It took a second for Cardinal to readjust his vision for him. Once he was comfortable with looking around the shop, he moved further inside. "Zakariah?" Hynes pushed past counters cluttered with bottles and vials filled with all sorts of confusing looking stuff. He stepped in something sticky and had to pause to actually peel his boot from the floor. He nearly gagged. God, it's gross in here. 

And then an old man rounded the corner, wearing what you'd expect a typical fantasy alchemist would. "Here, right here," he replied hurriedly. Then, holding two fizzling vials in his hands still, Zakariah ushered Hynes into another room. "Come, come." 

Hynes was brought into what looked liked old Zacky's laboratory. There were windows and light here, and these counters - although still a cluttered mess - were a tad bit more organized. Or at least, they seemed to be. He couldn't really tell. "And that's Mr. Zakariah to you, sonny," the silver-haired hippie corrected. He seemed busy with the two bottles he was holding. "Or Dr. Zakariah, if you want to be a stickler for titles..." Dr. Mr. Zakariah trailed off, staring intently at the vials in his gloved hands. As if out of curiosity, he brought them up to the window, letting the sun's golden light illuminate the glasses' contents. Without another word, Zakariah poured a little bit of one to the other, shook it, and took a swi of the liquid. He swished it around in his mouth, gargled it, and spat it out on the floor next to Hynes' boots.  Zakariah nonchantly tossed the vials over his shoulder, where they promptly hit the ground and dissipitated.

"Mouthwash," he explained simply, as if this was something Hynes should have expected. And then he clapped his hands together, rubbing them together like some sort of super villain. "So! You here to help?"  

Hynes stomped his way towards Zakariah's shop where, by now, almost everyone knew the location of. It was the beginning of a sort of tutorial quest line, and Hynes intended to complete it in its entirety. Nowadays, it felt like even the most frail looking women were actually stronger than him. That just wouldn't do! How could he be the dashing, confident rogue of a man he was when a slap to the face could very well kill him? 

No, that just wouldn't do. 

"Mr. Zakariah?" the handsome young man inquired. Hynes had pushed the door slightly open, poking his head inside. It wasn't terribly clean in here, was it? Dimly lit and horribly cluttered, it felt like something you would see on an episode of Hoarders if it had an alchemist special. Hynes heard a bit of a commotion coming from the back room; what sounded like a long, weird string of curses and the distinct shattering of glass. "Come- come in!" came the weak reply. 

Huh. So he really is a geezer. 

Hynes swung the door open without hesitation now and stepped inside. 

HYNES: 

Username: Hynes

Name: William "Hynes" Westbrook

Age: 17-19 Y.O.

Height: 6'1 ft./182.88 cm.

Weight: 173 lbs/78.5 kg.

Birthday: 12/27/XXXX

Ethnicity: American

HISTORY/PERSONALITY:

Born in Chicopee, Minnesota, William-- or Will-- has always been the centre of attention in his early life. His parents praised him for everything he did right in his life and forgave him a little too quickly when it came to mistakes. Two words could be pretty much said when you saw his lifestyle: Spoiled rotten. His parents never had another child, which only kept him in the state of being pampered. Although his family wasn't rich, that didn't mean he couldn't get what he wanted.

Will soon realized that he was being spoiled, and he liked it. By the time he was in high school, he still loved being treated like royalty. As if it couldn't get any worse, he became a huge flirt as soon as he got into high school. Not many could deny it even though they wished they could, but William Westbrook was handsome. He loved the attention, he loved the nasty glares other boys sent him when they saw a girl attached to him by the hip. People have warned him about his choices, but he didn't listen. His parents supported him, supported him a little too much. In their eyes, he was the perfect son. Nothing was wrong with him, and nothing could ever be. 

When the NerveGear and SAO were released, he was already in Japan, visiting for a funeral, surprisingly. He didn't have to say much for his parents to know that he wanted it. Mention it a few times here and there, and then the next day, the box was in his hands. When reality-- or virtual reality-- finally crashed down on him on the first day of SAO, he was a wreck. For once in his life, he didn't get what he wanted. And he wanted out. It only took so little to make him realize that he was alone and scared. He kept his playboy traits anyway, snagging girls from floor to floor, although he never dared to venture to the higher floors, for he didn't want to admit it: he was a coward. 

HIS STORY SO FAR: [Before written events...]

Although Hynes could fish himself a girl from every floor, he couldn't help but feel lonely. The girls came and went, along with the painless slap on the cheeks. He fell into immense thinking for a few days. He questioned everything he had done in the past. Did he ever really have friends? Or was it all a lie? On one of those days, he met Evelyn-- or as her username suggested, Kirbs. He was surprised. For once, he felt like he wasn't alone when he was with her. She was his missing half. The honest, joking, and determined attitude she had put up for herself left him bewildered and the two stuck together like glue.

Although, all good things had have to come to an end eventually, as he thought. 

VIRTUES AND FLAWS:

Virtus:

Approachable: His big ego doesn't make him any less approachable. He's friendly, and he's an easy friend to make. It's not like he's always scowling either. Everything about him screams welcoming.

Positive: When he wants to be, Hynes can turn every frown upside-down. He's usually just cheery in general. Although, like everyone, he has his bad days, he'll always be on the upside of things.

Fortitude: Although Hynes can be a huge wimp, he doesn't hesitate to stand up for what he thinks is right. He's a strong believer in justice, and he hates seeing that dream being broken so easily. Even under intense pressure, he'll fight for what's right. 

Flaws:

Flirtatious: To put it simply, Hynes is a flirt. He loves having women around the tips of his fingers. He doesn't think that anything is wrong with his behaviour, but most people think otherwise.

Egotistical: Hynes is full of himself. Really full of himself. There's nothing he loves more than talking about him and his stories. And if a few details are - you know - exaggerated a tad during the process, that's just a part of the game, baby! When the silence becomes too much to bear, you can count on Hynes to break the quiet. 

Stubborn: Hynes sets his views out very clearly, and he doesn't like walking away from them. He's not really one to give up once he's set his mind to something. He also has a weird thing with being told what to do - and will usually do the opposite, just to spite the person. 

PROFESSION: N/A

STATS:

5/5 SP 

LVL: 1

HP: 20

EN:

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SKILLS:

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Passive:

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Combat:

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Weapon Skills:

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INVENTORY:

> DPS Package

> T1 | Rare | Starting Hand Wraps- 2 DMG

> 2,500 Col

> 3 | Starter Healing Potions [Heals 50 HP]

> 10 T1 Materials