[[Having missed most of the goings on here in the dressing room, I shall opt to address these matters in character<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>I thank you all for allowing me to join, and I look forward to the wondrous experience we all shall create. Thank you too Ambrose for the opening, though I shall have to decline the free bimbun and immediate vore description opportunity in lue of some characterization :3]]<br/><br/><br/>Xarces was uncharacteristically quite, after being plucked from the theater, laying low toward the back of the room as he simply observes the happenings. He listening to all that the Harpy, Zorakatra had to say to the group that had been assembled along with him, taking note of what they had been asked to do, of the choices laid out before him. He was the type who often stepped to the forefront on such matters, though today was different, today he chose to hang back,  perhaps out of caution as he was new in town, to allow the Elven woman whom had been on stage to address the group. The decision seemingly being made to opt for teleportation, to meet back here in the morning.  As those who where to become his traveling companions would proceed to indulge themselves in the unique hospitality of the Venomous Voice.<br/><br/>Dressed in his usual traveling garb, loose black and heavy clothes shift upon his frame,they hinting at the physique of a rather attractive male hidden beneath,  as he steps forth to address those around him. His hooded cloak drawn low as even his facial features where cast in shadow. Though few had noticed him as of yet, when he spoke this would likely not be the case. His voice was not unlike that of the many alluring harpies that filled these very halls. It possessing a strong commanding tone to it, and yet it was soft and soothing, with an underlying lure of a sweet and seductive darkness."Very well, I will meet you all back here in the morning, I look forward to making each and everyone one of your acquaintances ...until then my friends, and may the night bring you all the pleasures that this wondrous establishment has to offer." He bowing slightly before those around him, his mannerism's the way he moved, alluded to one who was used to standing before a crowd.<br/><br/>Before any could stop him, before anyone could so much cast their gaze long enough to discern what lie beneath those heavy clothes, he would turn to leave. A great pack, of an experienced traveling jingling lightly upon his back. Though it appeared to be quite full, Xarces' movements did not seem to be hindered in the slightest.  He heading straight toward the exit, stopping only briefly to address any harpies he may pass with a simple nod, a charming flash of an all too alluring smile, before moving on. Xarces quite proud of himself for resisting the lust that was so heavily weighing on his mind. (Just get out of the building.....you can cool off once you get some fresh air..) he thinks to himself wanting to cool down, to reflect on all that had happened.<br/><br/>Once he reached the street he would slip seamlessly into the mixed crowd of races, monstrous and otherwise, that filled the streets. He seemingly having quite the knack for navigating through heavily crowded areas as he makes his way to a vacant street corner. He ensuring that he was far enough away from the The Venomous Voice, and the Silenced Stage so as not to draw any unwanted hostilities. (I have to admit, she's good.....she's damn good....) Xarces muses, thinking back to the performance he had just witnessed, slipping into an alleyway to begin riffling through his bag. Or rather plucking, as it seemed there was no need to dig within the contents of his bag to produce the items he seeked, he pulling them out one after another, in turn as if they had meticulously been prepackaged to be taken out in just this order, somehow avoiding being jostled during his travels, as if the bag itself where enchanted.<br/><br/>As Xarces began to change some of his attire, placing other previously worn articles into the bag,  he thought back on his journey thus far, on what had brought him to Graywall. Money had been scarce in his chosen line of work, his solo days of adventuring of breaking out into the world on his own, had not panned out as he had imagined. Inevitably he had been drawn back to society, back to performance, the one thing he had always known, he had been raised along side of. From a young age Xarces always had a natural knack for it after all. His peers often envied him for he was good, perhaps a little too good. For as it was his natural gift, it would also serve as a curse as his particular style of performing, of traveling from town to town, performing among the people, the live and visceral of street performing. Was often looked down upon, and scorned by lawmakers, or even those of the more organized theaters in the towns that he visited. Especially when their high paying customers would much rather stand for hours listening and watching the mysterious stranger on the street, rather then spend coin in their establishments. As such he could not often stay in one place for very long without attracting to much attention. Xarces did so very much love attention, he lived for it, craved it, and yet he knew that he was different, that he did not truly fit in among the people he so passionately entertained..... much like his adopted guardians, it was best for him to keep moving on.<br/><br/>As such, as he went from town to town, he would stray further and further from the societies he once traveled as a boy. Straying from the human civilizations on to more exotic locals. Though his knowledge of such places was limited to that which he heard in stories, songs, and the like, he could not help but feel a certain hope swell within his heart. As he stands among the various races, of the city of Greywall. "Things are going to start looking up..." he tells himself with a confident sigh, just as he finishes donning his new attire. Pulling a rather ornate looking cobza, a lute by any other name from his large bag. It's being of exceptional craftsmanship possessing wood of the finest grain, as on it's surface many small and intricate embossing etch it's pear shaped surface. The love of the creator bleeding through on every, nook, cranny, string,and fret of the well worn instrument.<br/><br/>After ensuring his instrument was properly tuned he steps back out onto the street corner. Xarces no longer wearing the obstructive clothing he had on before. He instead wears a trim, yet fashionable set of entertainers clothing. It much tighter, accentuating his immaculate physique, while still maintaining enough of a relaxed fit to leave the mind to wander, wanting to see more. Xarces standing at 5'9" his body, though strong, was not overly muscular, trim, athletic and defined, seemingly not an ounce of his frame having been wasted. Yet it still had enough slack to hang loose, to enable him a full range of motion. Blacks, reds, and whites are the dominant colors, they melding nicely with the reds and oranges that cover the flesh of his olive and exposed arms. They seemingly covered in a tattoo of sorts, a very elaborate weaving of a tribal design that covers both extremities from wrist to shoulder, disappearing from sight, though likely they continue onto his very chest and back. These very same fiery markings can be seen peeking ever so slightly below his collarbone, just at the base of his neck, and the opening of his shirt. His hair would be uncovered as well, now completely visible, jet black, mixed with red, surely a dye, or a wig of some sort to the average onlooker. Black ram like horns meld into his mid length and intentionally messy hair. Curling alongside his head, serving to frame his strong and handsome face. His eyes would be another catching display, as they where of the purest of cyan, almost seeming to glow. Surely though these where all parts of his act, of his costume...... Either way his supernatural image often served to stir the hearts of many an onlooker, drawing them close so that his music could take them the rest of the way. One piece of his old outfit remained however, his black cloak, covering his back completely, it moving as if something else was hidden beneath it, was holding it inches from laying flat against his body.<br/><br/>Xarces of course knew the truth behind his spectacular features. With a smile he prepares to begin warming up for the night, as he had so many times before. Placing a single wooden box upon the ground, propping it's lid open on it's hinge, before he began to play. He starting out slow, light, steadily building a tempo before he would add his heavenly voice ever so seamlessly to the mix.<br/><br/><br/>[[Street Perform, Strings:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/103941">First Perform roll of the campaign XD</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+21</span><span style="font-weight: bold">30</span><br/>[+5 charisma, +5 ranks, +3 trained, +3 competence [circlet of persuasion], +3 skill focus perform string +2 masterwork lute] so a roll of 30 ((not a bad roll to start the game with : 3 ]]