Casval tipped back in his chair overlooking the harbor, the breeze was nice and the sun was in a nice position high in the sky. His black jacket draped over his shoulders like a cape. His battle scars seemed to cry out in this light, as they were entirely noticeable on his face. He listened to the sound of the crashing waves as if it were a symphony; closing his eyes to take in all of the other feelings. This was truly perfection near water, he loved it more than anything. Casval had taken a small ship to this relatively bustling island as he had some off time from his normal Vice-Admiral duties. His ship not being in the harbor as well meant there was no distinct flag being raised in the air and as such no one knew of the existence of "The Marine's Deadly Light" as his epitaph decreed. He merely appeared to be an average man with an affinity for the sea, his black hair absorbing the warmth from the sun at a speed so rapidly he had to put his hand up on his head to avoid it.
"What a beautiful day, magnificent!" He smiled, pulling his hand from it's position above his head and standing straight up. His jacket was draped so that it appeared like a cape attaching to his shoulders. Slowly he walked with the confidence of a man, not the aura of a pirate killing marauder like most Marine's in this day. Passing by he did what any normal guy would do, smile at pretty girls and try to get a word in with them. Casval was an overly handsome man, even with his scars and as such women felt like a mere game. He did not abuse the rules though and always stayed respectful. However while walking he would never have been able to imagine what happened next...
Fri Feb 05, 2010 11:13 pm