[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

By the time the morning sun had arisen, Ventus Zackariah had long since departed from the Pokémon Center, having gotten up early to finish the final arrangements with his associate, and to simply be gone by the time the rest of the group awoke. He had already said his good byes to them yesterday, and he wasn't one to prolonge the inevitable or let others suffer needlessly. Let them mourn his departure, and then move on with their lives, like everyone else in the world.

Not like they won't meet again, when all is said and done, but for now.....this was farewell and good bye.

In the lobby of the Center, sitting at a table, with a small paper plaque on top of it that read ' Ventus' Associate ' in the researcher's neat handwriting, sat a man. A tall, TALL, positively CHISELED and muscular man, easily reaching six and a half feet in height, though that was partially hidden by the fact he was currently seated and hunched over looking over a.....folder of some sorts?

His other features were also distinct and unique from the average Cheshrian, marking him as either a foreigner of some sort or some genetic oddity of the population. He look to be Arabic and of Asain decent, and had deep, bronze tan skin, along with long, raven black, and wavy hair that was tied into a neat ponytail and a pointed chin bread of the same color. The cloths he was wearing were relatively a simple affair: a white t-shirt that stretched across his adomen like it was ill fitted, brick color cargo pants festooned with deep pockets, and a purple and white braided rope belt that held his pants to his torso.

Overall, it would be no hyperbole to describe the immense man as herculian, or a throwback blend of what a mix between a ancient Persian and Oriental Warrior would look like. Talk about cutting a imposing figure!

Right now, he was alone, still hunched over looking over what appeared to be....pictures and papers with scrunched eyebrows and an intense expression; one would get the sense he was trying to fully understand what was before him, and commit it to practical memory.

"Hmm...…………"