<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>Sol quirked a feather-light brow at his insistence that he did not defeat evil for the reward. She wanted to tell him that if that was the case, he was an idiot. She wanted to tell him that those who couldn't pay, were rarely worth helping. She wanted to tell him a lot of things, this giant puppy of a man... but she didn't. She stayed quiet. Sol wasn't above helping those who couldn't help themselves... she just... wasn't a fan of it. Generally when she helped someone, all was fine until one of them caught sight of her outside of her hood and veil and freaked out. Then the name calling started, and frankly... she just didn't see much point in helping those who would only turn around and curse her when all was said and done.<br/><br/>His prayer nearly made her laugh, but she was careful to keep her face straight as she watched him, crossing her arms over her full, firm breasts. She was about to excuse herself, to come up with some reason to leave him standing there before he started talking about bedding her again, when he suddenly introduced himself. Holding back a groan, she looked heavenward as if to pray herself for a moment before she answered him. "My name is Sol and I... bring out the best in people," she introduced herself. After a minor hesitation during which she seemed to be thinking, she added an addendum, "...most of the time."<br/><br/>His face turned in to a bright smile and for a moment, Sol seemed somewhat stunned. It was like his moods were as likely to change as the winds. One minute he was pouting and throwing a fit in the middle of the street... the next he was praying like the most pious of men... and now he was grinning at her and talking about death and glory. "Well... uhm... I don't know about you, but I'd rather not die, gloriously or no. I like my limbs right where they are, thanks," she said, shooting him a wary glance that said she wasn't quite sure what to make of him. Chosen were very clearly odd people.<br/><br/>Looking around for a moment, she debated what she would do next... it was difficult to decide, but she was pretty sure the safest place to be at this point was as far away from Corann as possible... he seemed like the time who would likely get her killed, no matter how handsome he was. Now, if she could just find an excuse to get out of this ludicrous idea he had in his head to go wandering around looking for death and glory... or was it glory and death? Glorious death? Cripes, who knows?