<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>Morning/ three days before the GMG<br/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Rune, open<br/><br/><strong>Location </strong>home/ hall<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dagen wasn't so much lazy as he was one that enjoyed the finer comforts in life. Warm beds, lavish foods, flamboyant clothes, and beautiful women. These things he was often loathe to be without, and being dragged out of bed before eight in the morning was tantamount to a sin in his eyes. But for all his groaning and complaining, he never failed to amuse his sister, for he loved her dearly. And what was love if not enduring a bit of hardship?<br/><br/>So the pair dressed, joked, and wandered to the guild hall, which may have well become their second home in the last year. He let Rune wander to fetch their coffee and order food, while he made himself comfortable at the table. Dagen was among the taller of the mages currently residing in the guild, at a towering six foot four. His white hair was thick and fell to the middle of his back when it wasn't tied back for combat. In general, he wore long sleeved turtle necks when not working, and his eyes shone red in the light. He also wore denim jeans and high top sneakers, all of which concealed the numerous tattoos that covered his body. It wasn't that he was ashamed or embarrassed of them, rather the opposite. He loved all the ink on his body. But they often proved too much a distraction, so he kept them covered when not working. He remembered Jessica's low whistle of approval when he took of his shirt so she could apply the guild mark between his shoulders, and it still made him chuckle.<br/><br/>Dagen gave a loud, flirty whistle to Big Moma as she passed, already prepared to listen to what was to be announced. He suspected that it would involved the Grand Wizard Games, what with the whispers and rumors he had heard around town. He was about to nonchalantly offer himself and Rune for the challenge, but Rune, as always, was quick to dive head first into the shit, and like always, she was keen to drag him along. But Rune, I have a manicure appointment! he complained loudly, though Rune would know by his tone that he really didn't, and that he was just complaining to complain. There was no where he would rather be than at his sister's side.<br/><br/>He gave a long-suffering sigh. I guess I will have to cancel so I can make sure you don't get yourself hurt rushing in like a fool... But you owe me a spa treatment when this is all over! he pointed before tucking into his meal.