<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason rolled his arms up, gathering in his breath as he deeply inhaled... He was balanced in a simple stance, arms extended before him in what appeared to be a fighting pose, but was too fluid and simple to be combat. His feet dug deeply into the ground, the soft toes of the shoes he wore giving him all the traction he required. Every muscle, taut and defined; straining against the power of his inhalation. His clenched fists were solid like slabs of granite, and his brow was unfurrowed, no sign of strain on his handsome features. His tousled brown hair had been bleached, it seemed, by too much sun in recent times past. Concealed beneath the simple, nondescript clothing he wore, he sported a powerful physique of wiry muscle.<br/><br/>Though it wouldn't be immediately obvious to the untrained eye, upon further examination it would be realized that he was perfectly symmetrical... His body perfectly balanced. Slowly, air filtered from his powerful lungs. His belly flexed, his abdominal muscles expanding as his lungs filled again. A hold, then an exhale... A never-ending cycle.<br/><br/>The snap of a twig to his rear drove his attention to the Present, and to his surroundings. Though he could not open his eyes, nor turn his head immediately, he became instantly aware of a shift in the pure air of the forest. He smelled... Chlorine.<br/><br/>In an instant, his beautiful azure eyes opened like trap-door windows to his soul. They focused, taking in the vibrancy of Mother Earth. He felt himself being watched and he turned his head, immediately his eyes were drawn to the beautiful form half-hidden in the trees (who'd obviously made the worst sound in a quiet forest). Though Mason was still a small distance away, he could easily make out the curves of a gorgeous, athletic blonde. He sniffed the air again, caught the familiar, far-away chemical smell, then added together the young woman's jogging attire.<br/><br/>"That explains the legs..." He thought to himself with an inner smile. He cocked a hand and threw a small wave, to let her know he'd seen her.<br/><br/>At his next inhale, his stance shifted into a neutral position; standing still, with both hands encircling his midsection. He slowly began to make the circle smaller, spacing out each breath. When he finished, standing firmly on his own two feet and moving gracefully, he began a short stretching routine. His attitude or demeanor hadn't changed... Most men, when faced with the tell-tale sight of a beautiful woman, would begin to show off or strut; this handsome stranger, however, didn't seem to care in the slightest who was watching.<br/><br/>His body language seemed open and inviting, and aside from his apparent skills, he did not seem intimidating. His short stretch would be accomplished within only a few minutes; at the conclusion of which, he would gather his water bottle from a nearby stump and give the woman a smile. He was excited to meet someone aside from Staff on this bloody island... Especially if she was tall, blonde, and loved some morning exercise.<br/><br/>