Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5543592-20170727000305

Gait had pretty much remained the same over the last five years. Perhaps more lines to his face, but he seemed to be immune to the affects of aging. If anything had changed about, it was only that he'd gotten meaner. Gait didn't talk much, what he did say was short and amusing in it's brusque, but when he talked at length it was usually to chew someone out.

He had frequently spent weeks away from the Guild, on orders from the Guildmaster, and would never reveal what his quests had entailed.

Vin, who had showed up at the Guild a scrawny, rather ignorant young boy, had developed quickly. With proper nutrition and the intense training of the guild, he'd gained a lean boxer's build through his early teens, and by age sixteen had grown supernaturally fit for someone his age. Vin chalked it up to his powers that caused his body to look like a scuplture from the old empire, but he wasn't complaining.

Vin's powers were relatively easy to control, at the start. All he had needed to learn was how to properly manage his strength, which had constantly increased as he'd grown older, and thus he any limits he thought he'd found would quickly be broken. But it was routine, and Vin expected he'd stay on this growth path-- growing taller, gaining more weight, consistently.

What he hadn't expected was the flight. When training for how to proper land long falls, and it came Vin's turn to jump, he hadn't dropped towards the ground. Instead, he'd just hung in the air. Eventually, this developed into control, sustained flight, which he found incredibly thrilling and constant application for. It made sneaking out of Taera's cot in the girl's dorm much easier, for instance, since he could just leap through a window and float himself over to the boy's dorm.

Vin's naivity and compassion for everyone had neve gone away, only been tempered by learning the difficult history of the Guild, and all of Tamriel. Still, the early years of his life that he'd spent in relative safety and peace had always remained in his mind, and made him think that, deep down, all people could be good. He studied hard, wanting to learn all about the world he'd never gotten a chance to see. The Guild was his whole world, what lay beyond the Imperial City he'd never seen in the flesh.

Vin was known for his reliability and kindness, which suited him fine. He liked that everyone tended to like him, especially given his isolated youth. He also attempted to be friendly with everyone, although people outside his regular circle either considered him ingenuine or found him intimdiating, and treated him according.

That summer morning, he sat up uneagerly in bed. Another day of hard work, the same as the last, was scarcely what he wanted.

He rubbed his eyes, looking over blearily at Taera, then gave a warm, "Good morning."