Hayate sourit alors que Marduk poussait son nez sur lui et frottait le museau du dragon en réponse. Alors que l'offre était terminée, il s'inclina vers Marduk et regarda la queue pendant un moment, se demandant si qui que soit son maître serait d'accord avec cela. Le dragon lui-même semblait bien avec lui, alors peut-être qu'il n'avait pas à s'inquiéter. En attendant de voir qu'ils n'avaient toujours pas perdu le vieil homme, il repoussa la queue de Marduk et se plongea sur Marduk. La peau peut être un peu dure sur lui, creusant à travers ses vêtements alors qu'il était assis avec la lourde charge. Il savait qu'ils n'en feraient plus qu'en courant, mais il a dit : « J'ai déjà monté un cheval, j'en ai même un hors de la ville... oh? »
En ce moment Rhiannon est arrivé, saigné et déshonoré. Il était sur le point de demander si elle allait bien, mais il n'a pas eu le temps que ses mots jaillissent rapidement et elle a insisté de nouveau sur l'avant, puis il y avait cette voix de son chant. Il semblait un peu enthousiasmant, et il se sentait pressé de sauter du dos de Marduk et de suivre, il se penchait sur le point de voir si d'autres remarquaient le merveilleux air, mais la panique n'avait pas semblé se lever des autres. Alors qu'il était sur le point de descendre le dragon, il se dirigea vers l'avant et regarda aussi vers l'avant.
Au bref moment où elle a arrêté de chanter pour rire, il a gagné un peu plus de ses sens, se demandant pourquoi il se sentait obligé de suivre. Il ne s'en souciait pas encore et se détendait contre le cou de Marduk, la ruguosité de la cachette oubliée alors qu'il écoutait la voix des Fae. Il avait assez de sens sur lui pour demander au vieil homme d'avant, "Attendez, où est le..." Il n'avait pas à demander comme il a repéré Mardochée devant eux, apparemment dans l'étrange transe aussi. Il commençait à s'inquiéter un peu des origines de Rhai maintenant.
Les vêtements ensanglantés, le ton heureux et le ton hantant. Tout semblait faire allusion à quelque chose... de contre nature. Cependant, ils s'échappaient, il n'avait pas le temps de réfléchir à cela.
Name: Hayate Olgart
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human, European
Personality: Hayate is very noble and takes honor into account, you could say somewhat like your standard knight. Though he is a bit different than that. He is not very serious when not in battle and has an odd fondness of tales of dragon-slayers.
Appearance: Hayate can normally be seen wearing his gold trimmed armor even out of combat, despite how heavy it is. Though if one finds him out of combat, he will likely have a sky blue tunic with a cross emblazoned on the center, and leather kilt over his legs. His hair is blonde and swept back, and his eyes are blue. He is noticeably well-built, though this is hard to tell apart from his size with his armor on. The armor itself has a rather excess amount of bulk in the feet and hands (gauntlets and greaves to be more percise) and is made of steel with a silver polish and gold trim.
Skills: Pain tolerace and raw strength are likely the most notable of his skills, though he was trained a bit in politics so he knows how to negotiate fairly well. He doesn't really have fun skills like singing or dancing though, but does have good humor. His most unique skills have to do with his equipment though, and technically anyone could use them as such.
Equipment: Experimental Jet Greaves and Gauntlets integrated as part of his armor. They are fueled via magic charges and allow him short bursts of strength in his attacks, or a quick burst of movement. He carries a small pouch of supplies to refuel his 'jets' and also has to fix up the devices sometimes if they sustain too much impact.
Background & History: Hayate is a fairly wealthy knight in England. And had served the throne for three years, though recently suspicions have fall on him due to some peasants speaking of him using witchcraft on the fields of battle.
Hayate's grandfather was working on a simple use of magic, the twisting of the design of world, to create a new weapon. Due to the topic of heresy coming up. His grandfather was searched, and handed off his research to Hayate to hide it. Word was that Hayate's grandfather was killed despite no evidence being found, and Hayate continued to hold onto his research. He enlisted as a knight eventually, not resorting to his magic devices unless he was certain he had to, though recently his ability to survive situations that he should not be able to has been brought up and he has been slightly more wary of using it.
His trip to Jerusalem is both in part to avoid getting in combat again, and to show his faith in Christianity. He hopes the trip will drive suspicions away from him lest he meet the same fate as his family member.
( Sorry if it's not so great. I fail at history stuff like I said before. Wasn't exactly sure what to do. )