<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zgXX7ad.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>Dagen Longfield  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=292821.0)<br/><br/><strong>Time/ day</strong>Three days before the GMG/Day of the games<br/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>All/Open<br/><br/><strong>Location </strong>Guild hall/ Arena<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dagen chuckled and smiled fondly at Saricia, letting his food get eaten and waiting for his next plate. He hummed softly as Jessica ruffled his hair, and per custom, he landed a firm swat to her backside before she got out of reach and filled in his application for the games. With that, he turned in his form, got his second plate of breakfast, and wolfed it down with a gusto, now that things were shaping up for some good times.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The day of the games came, and he opened his package from Big Moma with a giddy grin. He was just flamboyant enough to wear it, and he had a few ideas. He set out his clothes that he felt would be necessary in the games, including some tactical gear and swimwear, considering he never knew what to expect, and a change of clothes was important. He pulled all his outfits back into his personal subspace, and pulled a big, black, featureless cloak with hood around his shoulders, which led Rune accurately to believe he was up to something, but he wouldn't say what. All he would tell her is it was gonna be epic, and definitely get Peryton noticed this year.<br/><br/>The guild gathered in the arena hall entrance, and Dagen cast his crimson. Hues over everyone, still as a shadow, while everyone else was excited, on edge, or plain nervous. While everyone was likely dressed in their normal gear and blue guild cloaks, he was clad in shadows, only the lower half of his face visible.<br/><br/>He listened to any words their team leader had for the members participating, then joined his guild mates on the sand, before separating himself just enough from the guild to make his grand display. Sword Art: Requip! he shouted, giving off a dazzling gleam of energy as he requipped his black cloak for the guilds' blues, dressed in eye-clashing red and orange shirt and pants, wielding a polearm with the guild's flag hanging on the haft of the weapon. He flourished the flag proudly, ensuring no harm came to the flag itself.<br/><br/>He stood behind his sister, proud and tall, as other guilds were announced, and the challenge for the first game was announced. He grinned and requipped into his swimwear, a body hugging wetsuit, a hairband for his mane of white hair, and goggles so he could see. He changed out his spear and flag for a hooked polearm to snag at rings, and prepared for the challenge as the arena filled. When the announce said 'go', Dagen shot under like a fish, spearing any ring he could find as he went down, avoiding the red as best he could, before surfacing for air as needed.