Tailor s'est ébranlé la tête solennellement, il lui a ouvert les yeux un peu. "Pas grand-chose à échanger, mais plus de peaux et de cuir. J'ai besoin de mes outils, et même je dois payer pour des biens et des services... Je suppose cependant que, puisque vous êtes jeune et fort, nous pouvons conclure un marché. » Tailor a laissé Kenji seul un moment avant de revenir, tenant une liste de sortes. Ce papier, heureusement, semblait avoir été fait sur des parchemins animaux réguliers au lieu de la peau de quelqu'un. "Voilà. Une liste de choses dont j'ai besoin pour le bronzage. Plus facile que de rapporter des corps. Soyez prudent. Tous ne proviennent pas de monstres, mais cela ne veut pas dire qu'ils sont faciles à trouver ou sûrs à obtenir."
Quand Kenji a demandé comment se faire apprendre à peaur des créatures, les yeux de Tailor se sont ouverts. Kenji voyait très clairement que Tailor n'avait pas d'yeux. Même les faux ne l'empêchent pas de s'effondrer dans les yeux. Ils étaient juste d'une certaine façon... Vide. Littéralement. Sinon, il semblait tout à fait heureux. "Un apprenti? Oh, des jours joyeux! Ça fait si longtemps! A part la Main de Dieu, je n'ai rien à vous apprendre en ce moment. Comprenez, je suis plus que prêt à vous enseigner les bases de la peau d'une créature. Cependant, je ne suis pas le meilleur professeur, hum. Je suis plus de type montre-et-apprendre, vous voyez, et maintenant bien, nous n'avons que ceux-ci et ceux-là." Tailor se déplaçait vers les cadavres alignés près de l'arrière. Il n'y avait pas de marque sur eux, pas de coupures, pas de cicatrices. Aucune cause visible de décès. Ils n'ont peut-être même pas lutté.
"Si vous le souhaitez, apportez l'autre Dieu Mains ici, et je vais commencer à vous montrer comment les tuer afin que vous les ameniez à moi. Vous pouvez même ramener la viande dans le boucher. Une gentille dame, si c'est un peu dur. Fait la meilleure tarte à Iredale, bien que peu de gens font des tartes de nos jours. Oh! C'est pas vrai! C'est malpoli de ma part. Je n'ai jamais eu ton nom."
Name: Donny Lee Yang
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Magic: None so far, though may develop latent Pyromancy Magic.
Weapon: A sturdy guitar, hatchet, and 50 feet with of thick rope.
Personality: Donny likes to think of himself as a funny guy. Always makes jokes, a big flirt, doesn't take things too seriously. And why should he? Guy is a major slacker too. Too "busy" with his "work", which mostly involves just entertaining himself. While he can have a big drive to do amazing things, he also tends to forget about them in pursuit of something else that catches his eyes. One week he might dedicate himself to be the master, the next he might just want to build something from his imagination. It's hard for him to settle down for one thing.
When it comes to people Donny is, once again, a big flirt. He'd like to make love to women and pretty men. He may even be willing to accompany some burlier men if they seem nice. But this playboy nature stems from his self-loathing; while he doesn't fully understand it, he wants to feel wanted. So he plays the part of the dandy, the fool, the camp, whatever it takes to endear himself to others. He's fairly loyal to those he calls friends, but they may find him far too clingy and desperate for their taste. Donny has a tendency to work behind their backs in an attempt to "please" them in whatever way he thinks he can. Even if it actually won't.
On the more positive side, Donny is an easy man to please. And while he's capable of complex ideas, he enjoys the simple things in life, and generally is quite an accepting person. Helpful to a fault, as long as he can do something and he isn't already working at the moment, he's more than willing to lend a hand. And while Donny isn't fearless, with words of encouragement and a good idea he can be brave long enough to do what must be done.
Bio: Donny struggles to remember most of his past life. He knew he had family: a mother and father and at least three siblings. He remembered disappointment for some reason or another. His family stayed together, but it was suffering. Donny thinks this was because of some sort of emotional reason, as he remembered one of his parents or siblings hurting him, but he never ran away. He remembered happier times with complete strangers, playing with them, eating with them, enjoying their company. He doesn't know these people, but he knows they aren't his family and that Donny genuinely enjoyed being with them. A major event he is certain that happened was that he ran away from his family. Because he has no recent memories of any of them, the shadows he knows as his family. He only saw strangers he spent time with, the things they did and what he learned from them. But that all ended when one day, Donny saw a flash of bright light, and remembered being taken to a hospital...
Other: Donny is good at using rope. From tying nearly unbreakable knots to quickly dismantling them, he also is good at throwing things. Combining these two skills together and he could use a lasso with deadly efficiency. He also has a rudimentary knowledge of mechanical engineering, but even he doesn't really know what that means. As far as he can tell though, it helps him remember how locks are made and how to put together things like guns and crossbows. Doesn't remember ever getting into fights before, but he still has the raw strength to swing his weapon really, really hard. Also can play the guitar, though he has difficulty making his own songs. However he's going at replying songs he's heard before.