(http://i.imgur.com/i6uR2SE.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aster Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268372.msg13301457#msg13301457)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Durandville Town Square<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Torian<br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There seemed to be much more capable people than he'd initially expected there to be, which surprised him. Maybe it was just that he didn't make an effort to know too many people, but to see someone take off with some of the heaviest weight sets around and still come back in record time... People like them were destined to be nonhuman on some level. Maybe it didn't matter what he did... He was ultimately human, who raised himself differently. Some people trained for this knowingly, others did it unintentionally... Yet ultimately he was still accepted, leaving part of him to wonder why. It almost seemed like he'd actually failed the physical test but the old hunter took pity on him. "Fuck me, i'm overthinking this too much." He grumbled, closing his eyes to snooze for a bit. The sound of footsteps approaching alerted him to a presence to his side, one who found something to say about his remark.<br/><br/>"Ha ha ha, blow me." Aster groaned in friendly response, stretching his legs out before he sat upright, leaning down slightly to massage them. The one beside him... he was the same guy who'd been given the heavier-looking set of weights and ran with them with practically no problem. Casting a glance to the side at the girl who sat on the bench, perhaps this was where everyone who'd completed the physical exam were relaxing... Or maybe it was all coincidence. "So, i'm legitimately curious: Are you<em>really</em>human? I don't think i'd ever be able to jog with those weights without a seriously different upbringing... Or some improved ones anyway." He spoke, pushing himself to a stand a moment later. There still a definite, noticable ache in his legs, but it was slowly going away... Who knew, maybe if he kept doing this enough times, it wouldn't bother him so much? Though the way the Monster Slayers fought was an entirely different level. How did these people expect some new recruits (that weren't the guy next to him anyway) to fight like the Slayers they'd seen? High jumps, fast movements, capabilities he'd never quite seen before in the average human... There was more to it, right?<br/><br/>"Oh, yeah, name's Cross." He added to the man beside him, resting the back of his head against the wall while his hands pocketed themselves.