<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/HumanKing.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arkand<br/><strong>Title:</strong>The Human King<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Theater<br/><br/>Arkand's eyes blinked as he scratched his chin. It was almost as if quite a lot of things were happening around him and yet he didn't seem to be able to effect any of it. Then again it could just be a coincidence. He did doubt much of what he thought these days, wondering if it was a proper use of his time. The fact that a woman seemed to interrupt him, then was interrupted herself was probably the least confusing thing about his predicament. He raised an eyebrow as he wondered what exactly was going to happen, but then the... rather seductive one spoke again.<br/><br/>Once again, he didn't seem like this was something he wanted... and yet he knew that his other side definitely was. With a small nod, he slid off his haystack, wiping the straw off his body as he did so and looked the woman back in her rather deep and songworthy eyes.<br/><br/>"Very well... but don't worry about my name, it's... just something that's not important."<br/>