Dyne Tazon
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- Posted: Sun, 03 Sep 2006 22:40:12 +0000
A figure dressed in khaki shorts, and a deep black t-shirt with a red insignia on it, would come into view, a black bandana holding crimson hair up and away from the light skinned male's face. He walked in dark sandals and wore an eye patch.
The only visible weapon on his person, was Wei, a Chinese war sword, and Rein, a simple knife in its' sheath buckled against his hip, rather belt. The war sword was sheath and strapped to against the male's backside. The figure was a man named Dyne.
It had been weeks since leaving the second rate shelter of his humble box known as Hegemony. He had entered the desert only days ago, and had, only several hours earlier, stopped at a poor little village to resupply and what not. Feeling moderate and sane, while gulping down the last few gulps of water within a canteen. Dyne would notice the structure, and without a worry, head for it.
Nothing like a few minutes or hours of shelter from the blistering Sun.
The only visible weapon on his person, was Wei, a Chinese war sword, and Rein, a simple knife in its' sheath buckled against his hip, rather belt. The war sword was sheath and strapped to against the male's backside. The figure was a man named Dyne.
It had been weeks since leaving the second rate shelter of his humble box known as Hegemony. He had entered the desert only days ago, and had, only several hours earlier, stopped at a poor little village to resupply and what not. Feeling moderate and sane, while gulping down the last few gulps of water within a canteen. Dyne would notice the structure, and without a worry, head for it.
Nothing like a few minutes or hours of shelter from the blistering Sun.