Welcome to Gaia! ::

This place is nowhere. It's the place for those that want to disappear. It's the place for those that are outcast from everywhere else.

The populace is primarily human. But others live here as well: demons, elves, shifters, and others...

The buildings are old and their stability is questionable. There's the usual bar/tavern, What passes for a couple of market stores that will sell just about anything, houses of different sizes...

The forest has grown up around this particular village, keeping it well-hidden. The street is nothing more than dirt that turns into a mud pit when it rains.

But there are places like this all over the world, all similar, and yet all different...

Off in the distance of the town a vehicle approached, an armored truck approached, within a man who had nothing better to do than to travel. The side of the truck showing a slightly fade RRT logo on it rolled into town and slowed as it maneuvered the path before it, passing by Ilea but stopped a bit off from her. The man sat in his seat looking behind him as he gauged the situation he saw, a woman of sorts and looked worse off. He considered a moment before put the truck into park and got out of the drivers seat as he opened the door and closed it as he walked along the armored behemoth that RRT was notorious for using and were in no position to decline his personal use of as he got to the rear of the vehicle and simply looked at the woman curiously before he looked around and simply decided that the lack of presence of locales was more than enough for him to try and help and simply briskly walked over to her and sensing a greater issue placed a hand on her shoulder “you alright? you have the looks of someone in need of a helping hand” in his mouth was a toothpick he’d been toying with since his slightly interrupted trip started, he still wore his armor and uniform since they were all he was used to wearing on his leg was a sheathed bowie knife, while two pistol grips protruded from his sides revolvers of unique design his back sporting packs and pouches for various different pieces of equipment, one an antenna which was wired directly to the wrist computer he had on his right forearm but also handles his communications he also had on him.

As he stood there assessing the situation it didn’t take long for onlookers to start coming out of the woodwork a lot of them uncertain due to the fact that he had a vehicle which seemed loaded with equipment, and fuel which made it an enticing prospect for someone who saw the possibilities, while a lot of people were more concerned by the fact that he was there and furthermore was attempting to help someone, which wasn’t at all unusual for him but might seem to be here, but that didn’t bother Voss any since he was a bit of a loner at the moment and in between homes and work alike.