<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/Game%20Misk/My-fave-bishies-again-anime-guys-7720401-453-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zyineth<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Noble of Theiri, Fire Dancer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zyineth's Home, then the city.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Emma, Sariah, anyone else.<hr/><br/>Zyineth rubbed his eyes tiredly as he placed the ink quill down, he had just finished a letter to Erin, he sighed and aired the paper off before rolling it up and tying a ribbon around it. He dripped hot wax on his dragon seal and pressed it against the ribbon, signifying the letter was from him. After all that was finished Zyineth stood and rubbed his bloodshot eyes once more. He'd been up all night because of his noble duties. He was stuck doing paperwork all night after his performance.<br/><br/>He tiredly walked over to his wardrobe and slide the noble clothing he wore off and slipped into his puffy performing pants, they were white and the legs were puffed out, a bright red dragon symbol on the left legging, towards his waist. He pulled his soft white leather boots on and tied them quickly, but loosely, he'd be taking them off sooner or later. And the last piece of clothing her slid on was a white vest with a hood. There on the back of the vest was a large bright red dragon, covering the entire back. He left the vest hang open freely showing off his well toned chest and stomach, as well as some of the dragon he had tattooed to his chest.<br/><br/>Zyineth forced a smile on his face as he left his room tucking the letter in a pocket lining the inside of his vest. He waved to the servants as he passed them, one stopped him and gave him a concerned look. "M'lord, you should rest. You look like you're ready to collapse! Zyineth smiled at the young maid and laughed tiredly. "I look that bad, eh? I suppose I should, but, hell I don't have time for napping, I'll tell ya what though, if you could make me some tea, I'll sleep as soon as I get home." Sariah bowed her head knowing arguing with his was useless, he was stubborn, but he tended to keep his promises. "Right away, Master Zyineth" She quickly left towards the kitchen to fetch Zyineth some tea.<br/><br/>Zyineth sighed slightly, Sariah was always so concerned for him, she was a good friend though. He yawned and walked into the main room before taking a seat in one of the large chairs his parents enjoyed so much. Little to his knowledge Zyineth slipped into a light sleep while sitting, Sariah awoke him to give him his tea even though she'd wanted him to sleep she knew he was very busy. Zyineth gave his thanks to Sariah before quickly drank the tea. A new energy flowed into him, just enough he needed to make it through the day without crashing.<br/><br/>He placed the cup on a small table by the kitchen and hurried out the door. It was going to be an extremely busy day he thought. As he walked he suddenly remembered a part missing from his outfit, he dug through his pockets before finding two slim chains, he smiled as he pulled them out, and gave them a slight kiss before wrapping them around his arms, from his shoulders down to palm. He did this to each arm and stretched slightly. He waved hello to a few people who called out to him, calling him the Dragon, as more and more people called him dragon he seemed to get more lively and more energetic. Sometimes he swore the crowds gave him energy. As he continued his walk he looked over tot he castle. Zyineth could make out a slight figure in the window of the throne room but couldn't tell who it was. Shrugging he continued his walk, just enjoying the peacefulness of the markets and the smell of fruit filled his nostrils.<br/><br/>His stomach growled a moment, and he bought an apple before continuing his walk. He spotted an actor leaning against the wall, the bright color of his clothing stood out in the crowd. He made his way towards the person and waved at him as he approached the man. Zyineth stopped reaching the person. and examined them a moment before smirking inwardly. "Greetings fellow entertainer, May I know what act you'll be performing this fine day? A large grin stretched across his face and he yawned again, rubbing one of his eyes. "Damn it. . . ." He mutter lowly to himself. He sighed and stopped rubbing his eye. He let see how tired he really was a  moment before putting his smile back on and looking all lively like he does when around the people.