Ça a marché.
"Ow!" Cleon était plus paresseux que mal préparé pour les représailles de la femme quand elle a pris une des tasses vides et l'a claqué contre le haut de sa tête. Alors qu'il avait un moment à se plaindre, il était beaucoup plus surprenant de la voir prendre l'ancien siège de l'orc. Son œil a pris vent de son associé malchanceux orc étant traîné loin, et tout le monde finalement sortir de son cas.
Respirant, Cleon tourna vers l'avant de son siège, se coupant les mains. "Regardez, je ne voulais pas insulter votre fierté féminine autant," il a trouvé étrange qu'elle, de tous les gens, soit encore en sa présence, même après sa remarque pleine d'esprit. Il savait qu'il avait un petit problème d'attitude, mais l'homme avait voyagé pendant des semaines, et simplement mis; il voulait juste un peu de temps seul.
Et puis, Cleon a involontairement commencé à laisser le remords entrer. Soupirant, il a pincé ses pouces ensemble, sa tête se baissant un moment avant de se tourner vers la femme. « Je suis venu en ville après une semaine de torréfaction dans le désert », a-t-il commencé, pensant que si la femme était chevalier, elle avait suffisamment appris pour comprendre un peu d'empathie. "N'était pas d'humeur à me faire enfoncer le crâne dans la gorge aujourd'hui par cet orc, malheureusement."
Il a creusé dans sa poche et a retourné quelques pièces d'or sur la table, pour couvrir ses boissons passées et le tankard de la femme. "Donc, désolé de t'avoir traité de prostituée," cria Cleon. -- Eh bien, à moins que vous ne considériez ça comme un compliment. Quoi qu'il en soit, tout le monde m'a dérangé aujourd'hui pour une raison quelconque, que voulez-vous?"
Name: Cleon Knight
Age: Twenty-six years old.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Solarian)
Origin: Mers, Astrax
Profession: Stone mason (former), Soldier (former), Bounty hunter (current)
Weapon(s): Cleon keeps a tomahawk among other things attached to his belt, showing proficiency fighting up close with this weapon. He has little to no experience with swords or the conventional weapons of the outside world, as he is a foreigner to the rest of the continent.
In addition to his hatchet, Cleon retains his flintlock pistol issued to him during the Astrax-Estialian Conflict. He is a fairly accurate shooter in the weapon's effective range, and if needed, he is capable of shooting three times every minute. Outside of the wartime period, he does not demonstrate this unnecessary feat any longer, and only resolves to the pistol when completing a job, saving his own life in a pinch, or eliminating an annoyance quickly.
Personality: Cleon is very much a blunt and direct person, usually speaking without a filter. A vivid dreamer, he enjoys adventure greatly, but would much prefer to settle down and relax for a while. He may be quick to anger at many times, boasting a temper as fast as he can draw his pistol and pull the trigger.
Even then, Cleon enjoys discussion when there is discussion to be held. He is a bit of a wisecrack, but usually tends to know when too much is too much, unless it comes to drinking. The man is prone to periods of isolation, given his lack of knowledge of the world outside his home country, which does push him slightly over the edge faster at times.
If given enough of a chance, Cleon is kind and a true friend, and one may see the cracks and instabilities that trouble the man within his mental fortress.
Biography: Cleon Knight was the name bestowed upon the infant when he was left as an orphan. Unlike the other boys and girls, he grew up with a fascination for the outside world beyond theirs, admiring the stories of kings and knights, of which he had been named after. Even after he turned eight and he was adopted, he never considered them to be his true family, and often left home to return to his friends at the orphanage.
Cleon was taught how to read and write by his adoptive father, of whom was the only close person to him in the family. As the only person who had truly wanted the boy as a part of their family, his adoptive father often argued with his mother, eventually creating such a rift that she took her two daughters and left them.
He would grow up to be a normal young man, his adoptive father able to send him to school for a better education. Cleon did struggle with his studies, but persevered and decided to follow his adoptive father's steps as a worker for the city.
Several years down the line, Astrax announced that a draft would be held after tensions with Estiala had reached a boiling point. Cleon was selected, sent off to fight a 'war' - he was in numerous battles and fought in Ecros, where the entire region's destruction resulted in a stalemate between Astrax and Estiala.
Afterwards, when Cleon returned home, he was informed that his adoptive father had passed away from illness. He abandoned his former home, wishing to find a new one as he explores the outside world.
Other: Cleon has a fondness for cats.