Donny a arrêté de boire les boissons putrides qu'il appelait "Vin" et a plutôt bu une boisson légèrement moins putride qui passait comme "Eau". C'était... simple, comme s'il était assis dans un seau au soleil toute la journée. Pas la boisson la plus agréable, mais au moins ça n'a pas fait frémir son estomac encore et encore.
Il y a eu quelques moments de silence entre lui et Maribel. Des moments de contemplation tranquille sur ce qui s'était passé et ce qui se passait. "Très bien. Vérification de la réalité : Mon nom est Donny Lee Yang. Je... J'avais une famille, avant de les quitter. Je le sais. Voyons... Je crois... Je crois que j'ai travaillé sur des machines. Des machines. Maaaachines. Ou plutôt des trucs de métal? Je ne me souviens pas vraiment de ce que j'ai fait avant si quelque chose... Je me souviens des engrenages et des ressorts. Serrures. Ces compétences pourraient être utiles. Je me souviens de quoi d'autre... Darts. Des bouteilles, des couilles, j'ai beaucoup lancé. - Oui. Je me demande d'où j'ai appris ces compétences. Et ceux-ci," Donny regarda sa taille pour voir la hache, le poignard et la corde. "J'ai choisi ça pour une raison. La corde m'est familière; je l'ai beaucoup utilisée. Le couteau est un couteau et fait ce qu'un couteau fait. Quant à la hache... Je crois que je suis partiale. Mais qu'est-ce que ça veut dire? J'étais un homme des bois? Un inventeur? Et comment finirais-je ici?"
Sirotant son eau Donny sentit un frisson venir dans la taverne. Il a enveloppé son manteau plus serré autour de son corps. Il a remarqué que Maribel le regardait, comme si elle s'attendait à ce qu'il fasse quelque chose. Au début, Donny ne savait pas pourquoi elle le regardait et lui souriait. Mais il s'est vite rendu compte que si Maribel le regardait avec tant d'anticipation, quelque chose allait tomber. Bien sûr, peu de temps après qu'il lui ait souri, une nouvelle personne est arrivée.
Bonjour, les sacs de viande! Lequel d'entre vous est un Hunter?C'est quoi, ça?
Donny l'a regardé. Il pouvait facilement voir son armement, un gros pistolet, une sorte de pistolet gatling, et une lance pliante. Il semblait plus le chasseur que Donny, et s'il devait deviner qu'il était probablement l'un des habitants de la région. Mais Donny n'a pas répondu à l'astuce. D'après ce que Donny savait, ce n'était pas un chasseur. Juste un étranger. Personne. "Bonjour? C'est le mort de la nuit." Donny se leva et étendit son corps. Une fois qu'il était gentil et léger, Donny s'est cogné le poignet, et sa hache était en main. "Ah bien. J'ai l'impression que quelque chose d'excitant va arriver. Et je voulais avoir quelques questions de toute façon." Ça allait être une longue nuit.
Name: Donny Lee Yang
Gender: (Male
Age: 20
Magic: None so far
Weapon: A dagger, 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 Donny doesn't really get emotionally attached to others. He stay friends with them for their bodies and skills, rarely because of "who" they are. Donny himself prefers this as he gets violent and clingy to people he gets emotionally attached to, and know that it's not good for his health if he gets too close to others. To people who are his enemies, Donny does his best to ignore them most of the time. But if you are his enemy you'll know soon, because he won't tolerate you living.
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.