<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olive Hemsworth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Olive had watched Glynda with a more dispassionate air then many of those watching. After all, he'd met Hunters and Huntresses before. His father had taken him out on a dinner with some of his friends to mark his acceptance to Beacon, introducing Olive to the Hunters he sometimes collaborated with. The tall young man rose out of the crowd obviously, especially paired with his equipment. He wore armor, in contrast to many of the people there, a Cuirass of enhanced steel, with chain covering his limbs. He didn't wear a helmet. Paired with his shield, a massive number almost as big as he was, and his polearm, which was taller, he stood out. Oddly, despite his massive equipment, he was rather slender, his frame slight giving him almost a stick figure appearance. Those that hadn't seem him easily heft his equipment might wonder how he moved under it all. Slender glasses and brown eyes stared at the Huntress. He'd elected to show up in hunting garb, as he'd heard mention of 'initiation' last night when the Hunter's got drunk. They hushed up about it, saying Olive needed to learn himself, but he'd be prepared for whatever it was. He was here to be the best, and that started today.<br/><br/>As Glynda vanished, Olive returned his eyes to the land below him. He scanned it dispassionately, doing his best to familiarize himself with landmarks. He had no reason, as of yet, to think that doing so would help. But it was better then listening to the chatter in here, and it might help at some point. Knowledge was precious, and Olive did his best to add to his hoard of it at every turn. A Hunter needed brains as well as brawn. A girl shouldered him, and spoke up, Olive rolling his eyes at her. Overconfidence. A fatal weakness. When she finished, he adjusted his glasses, turning to her.<br/><br/>"You are correct about the teams. As for everything else, we will see."<br/><br/>Olive knew about the teams for a very simple reason. They were how his mother and father met. There were a few pictures in the house of his father, mother, and the other two hunters that had formed their team. Olive had no intention of being on a team with this bossy girl, and wished whoever let her lead them well. He had no doubt it would end poorly. Olive intended to be leader as well, of course. But no need to brag about it.