Rizel was already in the mines, but his clothing was always the same a relic trench coat, old dirtied up ripped jeans, a slightly torn shirt for the collar and musty black heavy boots, however none of the weight had an effect on his body he was a natural born fighter as well as a crucial element to the more weirder things in reality, a free-runner outside of work and one of the best miners in the dome. His experience came from his family seeing as they held text and knowledge not all families kept within. His was one of the oldest and respectable amongst the lower class of people, the higher classes knew not to cause tempered arguments in via control of fateful riots but none the less conducted their business as usual.<br/><br/>"Such a drag..." Dirt, rubble and coal flung behind Rizel's back, his gloved hands gripped against the rusted realistic pick-axe as it shattered against the side of one of the many miner tunnels, the lights were dim and the smog that came from the rock was thick enough to choke lesser men, but those whom have worked there for certain periods of time have learnt to live with such things.<br/><br/>Rizel was not a anti-social individual in fact he would welcome the convocation, however his weak points were that of a social life and as such led him to free-running in the first place, he wouldnâ€™t know how to begin a convocation, once started he took great interest and would even spill the beans of himself or others if it did not concern personal matters but it was always that first push to start off a relative convo to another person.<br/><br/>His hair also gave him a reputation as being a hot head, his persona was that of power and integrity, perhaps a deadly sin of Wrath and Pride but it was a mask to hide what he held dear to himself, he trusted those around him considering the many years he had known them regardless of speaking to them of not he found merely there company enough to call them friend, at least thatâ€™s how he felt. Another whack on the tunnel and an entrance opened up to a rich new layer, mining in this area was hard work and harder to find a good mineral source of stone, but this was a lucky break.<br/><br/>"Hey guys! I found something!" He kicked a hole big enough for a proper sight to be seen, lumps of hill mounds and coal recourses strung from the ground, this could be a rich year for everyone, if only there were more miners.