<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Shay, Rita<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lounge Area<br/><strong>When:</strong>August 3'rd, Afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black swim-trunks, black tank-top, black sandals.<br/><hr/><br/>Crystal shards of light sparkled from the surface of the pool, splashing in all directions in a rainbow of color... spreading, like flaming fingers, dancing to an ecstatic tune of noiseless motion. Mason moved slowly, simply embracing the moment of clarity as he entered into the restful lounge area. The handsome warrior was dressed for the weather; the heat of the day was easily conquered with a visit to Bekamor's beautiful outdoor lounge area. A cold beer and a dip in the cool, clear waters nearby were the only thing on Mason's mind...<br/><br/>Until, of course, he witnessed the beautiful women lounging nearby. Mason's beautiful eyes remained hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses, but the edge of his lip curled upward in a fiendish smirk. He took his time, breathing in the fresh air and scent of tropical wildlife. He was at home, in the pristine serenity of this island... Totally at rest, and wholly alive. Mason crossed the small distance to the bar, paying for a pint of amber lager which foamed and fizzed. With a nod, he deposited his change in the jar labeled "Tips", then circled the pool area to find his own lounge chair and claim temporary ownership. He found the perfect spot... lightly shaded by a conveniently placed wisteria on one side, and a tree on the other. The sun wouldn't beat into his face, but would kiss his skin should he choose to strip down.<br/><br/>His beer already nearing it's half-empty mark, the powerfully-built specimen of perfection stripped his shirt off, revealing a physique seemingly sculpted from granite. His broad chest and shoulders expanded with every inhalation, arms flexing powerfully at the welcome touch of tropical summer sun. Mason discarded the shirt, then took a seat in his chosen place... retrieving & sipping his beer while he lounged.<br/><br/>All the while, his eyes remained hidden behind black lenses... his attention torn between admiring the stillness of the pool and the beauty of two of his fellow residents. He recognized Rita from her visible tattoos, feeling the familiar lash of desire in his gut for her rebellious attitude and sparky attitude. The other one was... different, seeming to hold the eye by an invisible force. Though he had only come to drink and swim, Mason was beginning to form an alternative idea in his mind.<br/>