Rosalia Flos

"Oups." Les yeux s'élargissant à la réponse de l'autre femme, Rosalia se redressait rapidement et retenait les mains devant elle. "Non, non, pas besoin de s'excuser! En tout cas, c'est moi qui te dois des excuses; je ne voulais pas te faire peur comme ça. » Une fois de plus, elle aurait dû savoir qu'il n'y avait peut-être pas de meilleures idées qui s'imposaient à quelqu'un perdu dans la pensée, ce qui n'était pas étonnant que le pauvre clerc ait eu peur.
La question a gagné un petit sourire wry du chevalier de pegasus. "Il n'y a rien dont j'ai besoin en soi. Je viens de me rendre compte en vous voyant que nous n'avons jamais vraiment eu le temps de parler au cours de la dernière semaine, et en retard, j'ai pensé que c'était une bonne idée de modifier cela maintenant. » Rosalia tendit la main à l'autre femme, les lèvres tirant dans un autre sourire.
"Je suis Rosalia, et j'ai hâte de travailler avec vous."
Name: Cael Augire



He is about 5'11" and his eyes are yellow-golden in hue.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: When around people that he doesn't trust or know, Cael channels a confident facade. It's a mask designed after years on the road, designed to keep him from appearing weak. It's also part of preventing people from knowing of his humble origin. When around people that he trusts though, he shows a more relaxed side of himself, not as tensely held together as he is around strangers. He's also quite mischievous with his closest friends.
In battle, he's all about teasing opponents into mistakes, when they allow him. He fancies himself a strategist and has barked off orders to people even when he had no right or position to do so. The one time that he was furious whilst fighting, one of his fellow mercenaries told him that he exuded killing intent. He always tries to keep his own emotions under control so that he can take advantage of his enemies that don't do the same.
Starting Class: Myrmidon
Starting Equipment: Iron Sword, Vulenary
Bio: Cael didn't know his mother, but his father was around long enough to teach him how to survive the world. He was taught that letting people get to him was a sure way to fail, and that he shouldn't let anyone in. It didn't take him long after his father left for one war or another to understand what he meant by that. His father never returned, but by the point that Cael knew that he wouldn't be seeing the man again, he'd already figured out how to make peace with it. He'd been left in the care of a former mercenary, someone that had survived fight after fight. That man, Durzo, taught Cael how to fight properly with a blade. Cael considers Durzo more of a father than his ever was. He tends to send the man money from the jobs he's taken, at least prior to this Abyss incident taking place. Now that he's convinced the man to get away from New Capita, he's looking for a way to help stop the Abyss from taking over his home. He'd grown fond of his own personal house on the island, a dozen miles outside of the capital.