Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-7262318-20170727023411

Jerus' personality hadn't changed all that much since the first day of training. After all the teachings of moral responsibility and proper heroism and the works, the young Nord was stil as happy and care-free as he was 5 years ago. And he was better off for it. He felt bad for the like of Diadros, who poured just about all the time they could into learning how to improve and stressfully working to be the 'best' hero. Jerus had decided to naturally go with things and see where things took him.

And things were taking him to good places. He was becoming stronger with his bow and arrow, as well as becoming more adept with his shapeshifting powers. Each year, he added something new to his disguises. Just a month ago, he had finally mastered shapeshifting into water and coasting along streams.

He had also become extremely popular amongst his peers due to his suave persona and laid-back attitude. Charming, clean, and cool. A magnetism for envy and adoration as charisma radiated from the young Nord. He was, by all definitions of the term, a 'cool cat'.

Of course, that always landed him in a lot of hot water with the staff. From disturbing the peace with the playing of his lute, a small hobby he had picked up over the years, to staying out far beyond bedtime hours to smuggling in outside food from his hunting trips. His elders had given him the advice of not following the guidelines too seriously, and he was definitely doing that.

While he was pretty good friends with everyone, it was Avarus and Ylva who he associated with the most. He had approached Avarus during the earlier years, hoping to help him socialize more and get him into the swing of things. It was working. Slowly, but surely. And Avarus was a nice guy when you got to know him

And Ylva, they were best friends. Ever since the day they met on the first day, they became closer to each other over the last 5 years. Both of them were free-spirited individuals, who loved to live in the natural world and had their fun hunting together and running freely through the forests and plains in beast forms. He had also tried his hand in helping her control her rage that sent her into Werewolf form. He figured there'd be a way to balance her anger and allow her to control it, but nothing seemed to have helped so far. But, he wouldn't give up so easily.

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"Hey, Gabe," Jerus greeted Gabryel as he entered the place, taking a seat with him at the end. "You doin' alright?"