Claire regarda que leur petit groupe était réduit de moitié par un conseil avec des papiers collés dessus. Les gens ont bourdonné autour de la chose, prenant des informations et se moquant les uns des autres, certaines personnes s'apparentant et de petits groupes se sont formés ici et là. Certaines personnes sont parties sans beaucoup d'agitation, et finalement le conseil a été un peu dégagé. Claire a regardé de Mysaren à Historia. Il semblait que ce serait juste les deux pour le moment. "Je ne suppose pas que vous voudriez jeter un oeil?" Elle a demandé à regarder toujours le tableau. Elle était curieuse elle-même, et elle aimerait faire un peu plus d'or. Elle avait besoin d'un endroit pour rester pendant qu'elle fouillait la zone... et rester n'importe où a pris de l'or.
"Il pourrait y avoir quelque chose qui pourrait nous laisser..." Elle est allée à la recherche d'un mot de choix encore une fois. "Explorer?" Elle a demandé au lieu de dire, en regardant de nouveau à son partenaire. Elle chercha inoccupéement à se rassurer sur sa parole, mais en une seconde, elle s'inclina légèrement. "Explorer." Elle a répété.
Name: Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku
Race: Zizz (Human-sized Bipedal Lizards, leaning more towards Lizard than Human; think Dinolfos, as opposed to Argonian )
Gender: Male
Age: 303
Occupation: Hunter, Tracker and occasional Mercenary.
Personality/Interests: Rimau has a rather mercenary approach to life, who desires nothing more than an easygoing job that pays well; preferably one that makes use of his prime talent of 'shooting things'. He's actually quite friendly and chatty if you can get him going, though he has a rather dark sense of humour; he's the sort of fellow who finds flailing burn victims kind of funny, especially if he caused it. Though he can easily come across as cranky and senile (he has a habit of rambling incessantly and ranting about random things), he's actually quite intelligent, at least on a tactical level.
Appearance Details:
Body build: Possesses a rather lean musculature; is quite fit for his age, but that's not saying much.
Hair: What sort of Lizard has hair?
Hair colour: See above.
Skin colour: Dull, dark green. Can appear quite cracked and dry in places due to his age.
Eye colour: Orange.
Height/Weight: About 5'0'', but appears shorter since he's usually hunched over. Quite light.
Notable Features: Has about four 'whiskers' coming off his chin and jaw that resemble a beard. Also has two bullet scars on his chest, near his heart.
Clothing Description: His dress sense could be best described as 'eccentric'. Despite not being an aviator at all, he wears a black leather aviator hat with accompanying goggles, with a set of colourful feathers stitched to the side. He also wears a matching fur-lined leather vest (with the head of a mechanical dinosaur and the words 'Gekko Gras Muriak' stitched to the back), and a bandolier for holding bullets. Aside from this, the rest of him is bare; after all, his kind needs a lot of space to absorb heat. He doesn't have any visible 'equipment', either.
Equipment: He has a belt on which he carries assorted items necessary to make his special ammo, such as gunpowder for explosive hollow-point ammo, oil for incendiary ammo, and so on. Of course, these supplies are limited.
Weapon(s): His weapon of choice is a Repeating Revolver Rifle affectionately dubbed 'Skrin-Ko' ('Smart' in Zizz language). Like most Zizz technology, it is utilitarian in appearance and made of blackened metal and darkened wood (sort of like this), and has a custom scope attached to the top (made from an old telescope). He also has a machete with a splintered handle, which he uses more as a tool than anything else.
Powers: Nothing here. Born on the same level as the rest of his kind.
Abilities: As a Zizz, he possesses a tough, scaly hide that is considerably harder to penetrate than human skin. He also has an enhanced sense of smell (from his tongue) and sight, which is particularly useful for his line of work. The Zizz also have the ability to heal from injuries faster than other species, though due to his age it takes over a week at least, and he can no longer grow back entire limbs or anything similarly major.
Talents: Crack shot with a Rifle. Has shot people from a mile-and-a-half away (or 2.414 kilometres). He is also something of a handyman; besides repairing Skrin-Ko, he can also jury-rig his own ammo and construct and place an assortment of traps (such as Bear Claws, Trip Mines and anything else he can think of), provided he has the right materials, of course.
Magic: While he has no magic of his own, he once hired an enchanter to magically bind Skrin-Ko to him; this means that no-one can fire the Rifle but him. His machete is fair game, however.
Miscellaneous Notes: His name, 'Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku', translates to 'Rimau, son of Rimau, times twelve'. It's not his full name.
Due to the nature of his work, he often takes medicine to keep him awake for extremely long periods of time. As a consequence, when he's not working, he is something of a heavy sleeper.
He prefers warm, sunny, dry climates. He becomes infinitely more grouchy in cold or wet environments.
He particularly enjoys smoking various herbal substances with a pipe. Keeps him calm and alert.

Sessamaru: "Nice kid. He ain't gonna get far if he don't get more realistic about the ol' warfare, though. Plus, he eats like a Pig."
Historia: "Textbook youngster; friendly, wants to travel, real naïve... she'd better shape up or she'll end up a Sunday roast, heh."
Saha: "Boy, I'd love to hang her picture on the wall."
Katelia: "I like this girl... she ain't got an ounce o' hospitality in her, but fun to watch. Remember to not shoot her cat."
Julio: *cough cough* "Whaddya mean that's a guy?!"
Azzrix: "I can't believe the Rodent ain't been put on the choppin' block yet. What kinda thief acts like this?!"
Margaret: "I see a bit o' myself in this lady... but she's got a long way to go before she can shoot with the best of 'em. Even with that fancy Crossbow."
Naida: "Well, if it ain't my favourite Sprite bartender? I dunno if there's a cocktail she can't make!"
Drubbins: "Most Ogre dumb-asses ain't good for much besides easy target practice. This guy... he's somethin' else."
Mysaren: "Somethin' ain't right about this kid. She's nice, but... nah, probably nothin'."
Tahira: "Not bad, but a bit lackin' in humour, when all's said an' done. I don't think I've ever seen her laugh!"
Claire: "Never 'eard of 'er. Is she a looker?"
Viggo: "Boy, lemme tell ya... Blunderbuss next to the ear drum? That's frickin' Opera compared to the drivel this kid calls music!"
Rouen: "This dumb-ass is pretty funny to listen to. 'Specially his precious Dukedom. The pinnacle of order, huh? Yeah, it's a frickin' circus compared to Tarzblik, kiddo."
Felan (Human): "I dunno 'bout this kid. He ain't a dumb-ass, but he ain't exactly fond of hunters, either."
Felan (Wolf): "I ain't never seen a dog that big. I'll have to clear some space if I wanted to mount his head on the wall."