Total: 18 Versus TN: 15 Success for  Fortitude Save and the roll id 21081.<br/><br/>Matthew  is a man  who looks well into his twenties  very tall and muscular but not so much so that his muscles look bigger then his head but his physical strength cannot be denied by looking at him he keeps his black hair very short which seems utilitarian in purpose. His black eyes seem almost glazed over as he waits to claim the prize.He stands in front of the  display where he will claim the prize and all he can think about is just how much more it is one more thing to make him feel incomplete and unsatisfied. He shakes his head to block out the vision of his girlfriend going on about all the pointless things she will buy just to satisfy her own greed but is finally awoken out of his revelry by someone who introduces herself as Ms. Smith he pulls his hands out of the pocket of the navy blue hoodie he is wearing and shakes the hand being held out and after and shook gently holding back his strength with not much effort and his jeans are a lighter blue then his hoodie and his white sneakers look a little gray from wear and tear and after the brief introduction  he follows Ms. Smith through the  display and this is when things get interesting.<br/><br/>He feels his body changing and shifting as he walks through and lights swirl around him it is rather breathtaking but he become distracted from all this as he slips from his world to another and the memories flood him of another life life in an orphanage then the thrill of the fights he enters and the memories  of training hard just to survive and then he the memories come of fighting to keep an orphanage that raised him running taking only the money he needs to live and donates what he can to the place that raised him despite the social stigmas he sees that he has to go through he is still happy and lives a fulfilling life like he always wanted and when he slips from this world to this new one he merely smiles as the memories now become his and his genuine smile is not something he felt grace his face in a very long time. As he comes out of his mind and assimilates these new memories that make him feel whole for the first time in a long time he runs his hands over his face and feels tusks come from his mouth pointed ears and the roughs hardy skin and muscles and further looks at himself  and sees the leaher armor that seems to have a vine wrapped around it and thorns coming from it and brown britches and brown boots then he notices the weapons he carries his trident the cestus on his hands and his bladed shield which the Ame of a klar comes to mind and he just continues to smile as he takes in his new form and is in a state of contentment feeling whole and just seems to ignore everyone else as he whispers to himself Makoa I am Makoa.<br/><br/>