[Three years prior]
The sound of boots hitting the ground at a steady pace could be heard through the forest. They were quiet, cautious. From the foliage a young man pushed his way from the bushed. Since none but this narrator actually knew this young man a description was in order. This man's name was Gabriel Saint Clair. He stood at a height of 5"9, he had, grayish blond hair, though in the past the gray was more dominant, now it seemed the blond is coming out. His hair, was not really much longer than before, but it did cover his eyes. He wore a black coat that reached down to the top of his shoes.
On his back, a cello case was strapped, in side, of course, was a cello, Bellafina model. In a hidden compartment was an AK47 with three extra mags. Strapped to each thigh was a case of Bo Shuriken, six each, and then, sewn into the sides of his coat were cases of Bo Shuriken, totaling in all, 24. On the back of his belt, strapped into a T shape were a Colt M1911 gov, .45 cal and a AMT Hardballer. Hidden by his coat was a holder with six extra mags. In his left hand was a duffel bag. his right was in his pocket.
Now, lets move to his main attire shall we? He wore underneath that dark coat a black and red, horizontally stripped shirt, black pants, a white boots, that were sturdy. He paused and looked about, he knew he was growing closer to his destination, maybe a few months away. He could smell smoke ahead, possibly a town by the density and strong smell. There he would stay to train. He smiled and stepped forward, one of the first few steps that mattered in his goal, and the first few steps that truly began his life.
The sound of boots hitting the ground at a steady pace could be heard through the forest. They were quiet, cautious. From the foliage a young man pushed his way from the bushed. Since none but this narrator actually knew this young man a description was in order. This man's name was Gabriel Saint Clair. He stood at a height of 5"9, he had, grayish blond hair, though in the past the gray was more dominant, now it seemed the blond is coming out. His hair, was not really much longer than before, but it did cover his eyes. He wore a black coat that reached down to the top of his shoes.
On his back, a cello case was strapped, in side, of course, was a cello, Bellafina model. In a hidden compartment was an AK47 with three extra mags. Strapped to each thigh was a case of Bo Shuriken, six each, and then, sewn into the sides of his coat were cases of Bo Shuriken, totaling in all, 24. On the back of his belt, strapped into a T shape were a Colt M1911 gov, .45 cal and a AMT Hardballer. Hidden by his coat was a holder with six extra mags. In his left hand was a duffel bag. his right was in his pocket.
Now, lets move to his main attire shall we? He wore underneath that dark coat a black and red, horizontally stripped shirt, black pants, a white boots, that were sturdy. He paused and looked about, he knew he was growing closer to his destination, maybe a few months away. He could smell smoke ahead, possibly a town by the density and strong smell. There he would stay to train. He smiled and stepped forward, one of the first few steps that mattered in his goal, and the first few steps that truly began his life.
