Welcome to Gaia! ::

Cerus walked in, his new form quite fitting to his new favored profession. He was now six feet in height, 190 lbs in weight, still as pale as ever, sporting the same shades as he always has. His ears have grown out to be pointed and long, as if he were an elf. He had grown long, black devil tail, which whipped around as he stood idle, wrapping around his waist when it was an inconvenience to have it out. He sported just one weapon now, one six foot katana with a 1180-Carbon blade. He sported the same studded collar around his neck, beautiful brass studs lined up, glinting in the dim light around him. His eyes had changed to a pale gray, showing how long he had spent in the darkness with the shadows, which he loved so dearly. His clothing was all black, loose fitting, light weight fabric of most likely a cotton material lined with some silver threads for extra protection from cuts. He now wore shoulder armor, still lightweight, but it was the strongest he could find. Flexible, tough as Damascus. His hair had also turned black, once again confirming how long he had remained in the shadows.

He blinked at Xiamut, then looked around this place, surprised to still see anyone around here. His arm rested on the hilt on his katana, bobbing up and down as he walked around, noticing the small amount of life that was still in this guild. He just cracked a thin smile, his pale lips making him seem a little eerier than he had always been, ghostly, as if he were a phantom. His body would stop in mid-stride, only turning his waist to turn his upper body around to observe the area. He finally parted his lips to speak, the start of his voice hinting at the same calm, deep voice he had always had. "So, it seems there's still life on this planet. Can we keep it that way, then?" He was directing this to Xiamut, more egging him on than anything, but for the most part, he was just greeting him in the same rude, double edged way he always greeted folks with.