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</div><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec">《</span> <b>AVARIEN NARYA</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Avarien was many things.  Black mage; elf; body guard.  His specialties ranged from long range attacks dealing with dark magic, to the inherited stealth and hearing from his elven genes.  Mixed in with those were the skills he's accomplished as a body guard, serving anyone who either deemed worthy enough, or had the money to support him.  But what Avarien wasn't, was that of a patient man who could hold his tongue.  Instead of keeping his nose out of Jasna's, the second-in-command on the ship, business, he decided that keeping his mouth shut wasn't worth saving his face from getting bruised.  Not that he could help it, however.  Avarien didn't take very well to being told what he could, and could not, do.<br/>
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Naturally, he was a bit of a snob to begin with, but when someone tried to toe him into place, his true colours really began to show.  He had decided that acting like an immature brat was much better than listening to the woman with an eye patch - something he found to be very ridiculous and cliche.  Most, at this point, would be wondering why he would disrespect someone he was protecting.  Only, the catch is that he holds no responsibility for anyone on the ship other than it's Captain, Karita.  He had no idea as to her whereabouts while this was all happening, however, which most likely made the case of him getting punched in the jaw a good punishment for slacking.<br/>
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The tall, lanky male wasn't used to being hit via hand to hand combat, considering he usually fried whoever had chosen to duel with him from afar.  The punch had made him woozy, and extremely vulnerable, giving Jasna the perfect opportunity to humiliate him.  With his mind lost in lingo for the time being, the female pirate had stripped of his robes - even his boots and accessories - and left him where Karita would find him.  While he was hanging, arms suspended over his head, he was nearly unconscious.  His head leaned against one of his arms, barely staying upright as his eyelids flinched and fluttered.  Avarien wouldn't be able to say how long he had been in that position, his mind too lost to fully concentrate on anything.  He couldn't even muster up enough mindset to burn himself free of the ropes.<br/>
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At the sound of Karita's voice, Avarien's head snapped upwards, and after his eyes slightly adjusted to the dim lighting, he groaned lowly.  He barely heard her words, ignoring her for the time being, as she pulled out her gun.  He knew that she wouldn't shoot him, and just hoped she wasn't trying to threaten him into being a better person, and instead would help free him.  His arms ached, and his jaw was pounding, his skull just short from a migraine.  The bullet fired, and his eyes flinched slightly, a bead of sweat falling off the tip of his nose to land on the wooden floor beneath him.  It took a few moments for the rope to completely break apart, but when it did, Avarien's body crumbled.  <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec">"Fuck... sakes..."</span></b>  It only took a moment, but as soon as he gained himself, he was on his feet and releasing his wrists entirely of the restricting rope.<br/>
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Grabbing his clothing, he slipped into them without hesitation, taking his time to make sure everything was buckled and positioned properly.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"You really should learn how to keep your crew in line."</b></span>  Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet the woman in front of him, a small scowl lining his lips.  Mindlessly, he raised a hand and flicked his bangs from his eyes, fingertips rolling over the side of his jaw as they recoiled.  Pain instantly sprout throughout his chin and jawline and his eyes narrowed, teeth clenching.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"If she left a mark on my beautiful face, so help me."</b></span></li>
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