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▌FACE CLAIM: spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

It became apparently very quickly delivery jobs were not an item to put on the table. The faint hum of acknowledgement didn’t do much to inspire confidence in his suggestions. Though thankfully when he brought up monster extermination again, the interest returned. And, to his surprise, his proposal of 75-25 got shot down for a even split between them. This plan was to help him, so if he only felt comfortable with a 50-50 split, then 50-50 it would be. “Alright, 50-50 it is. My name’s Ludger. It’ll be great working with you, sir.” As per formal introduction, Ludger held out his hand to shake.

Mentioning his former Agent status prompted a once over from his new acquaintance. “Yeah, I know. Don’t look like the typical Spirius Agent, do I?” Ludger chuckled, striking a subtle pose as he was studied. “My job was alright at first, but the longer I stayed, the more I hated what I had to do. I left Spirius at the earliest opportunity I could.” Perhaps it would be fairer to say he cut ties rather than quitting entirely. He was still Spirius’ VP on public record, but Vera handled all the responsibilities and his ‘status’ granted him nothing. Ludger’s main income was board requests and a chef job at a small cafe. 

“Want to hunt down our prey for the night on the board? There’s bound to be some requests about pesky monsters on the Alest and Torbalan Highroads.” The Highroads would be the best choice for a ‘simple’ hunt. He could supervise his partner in those areas if his marksman skills weren’t combat ready. “It’s just over here. Mind following me?” Ludger wafted through the busy market hub, spotting the familiar garb of the job board postman. “Pick any of the jobs here you feel comfortable with. I’ll stay for them all.”

               Ludger... What a weird name. All these Elympions are weird to him still, but he can’t express that. Not when he says he is one. “Rhiard. And I ain’t a sir,” he snarks back, but does take the man’s hand for a firm shake. It’s a gesture he’s heard to be an honest one, one that shows the character of a man. And it’s probably one of the only genuine thing’s he’s done here. 

             He looks over the man again while he explains, but still isn’t fully convinced. Perhaps seeing him on the battlefield as proposed will help that out. But, if it’s one thing he can completely sympathize with, it’s hating a job so much to the point of leaving. Or just straight up running away, in Rhiard’s case. But details don’t come so easily from the teen. “That bad, eh? Sucks to know. I mean, I don’t wanna work there or nothin’. But you’d think a big important place like that would be enough reason to stay.” Guess not, though. But it’s not his place or business to pry. 

“Oh, good morning Rhiard,” she chirps. She’s dressed in a cute sundress and hat today– all set to enjoy some time off shopping, maybe wander the city a bit, watch a movie… she hasn’t decided what exactly yet, but she’s going to treat herself!

FULL NAME: Rhiard Arin Henson

OTHER NAMES: Rhiard, Rhi

TITLE: Spyrite technology programmer

AGE: 21

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human

SEXUALITY: ???????? i’ve never gotten this out of him

ORIGIN: Rieze Maxia

CURRENT LOCATION: Drellin, Elympios

NATIONALITY: Elympion (so he says, but he’s Rieze Maxian)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Elympion, Rieze Maxian 

RELIGION: None

HEIGHT: 6′2″

BODY TYPE: Slender, tall, lanky, but somewhat toned

HAIR: Black, curly

EYES: Grey

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: Reading books wherever he could, nothing formal

SOCIAL MEDIA: No

SMOKING: Yes

DRINKING: Yes

DRUGS: No

ATHLETICS: he literally just said “walking to work” no......that’s not......how this works......

HOBBIES:  Finding good places to eat, flirting and not doing anything about it, technology (don’t get him started), spyrites

VIRGIN: No

FAVORITE DRINK: Whiskey, gin, sweet tea, flavored waters

FAVORITE FOOD: “don’t make me choose” okay...

FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, R&B

CLOTHING STYLE: Dress pants, lab coats, trench coats, loose ties, button down shirts that aren’t all the way buttoned

UNDERWEAR TYPE: boxers

Tagged by: stole from myself lol

“Thanks.” She smiles a little, still sniffing. “And I thought as much, but I would have left anyway… I think I make them uncomfortable.” A side effect of being practically the adopted child of some of the most powerful people in Elympios and Rieze Maxia, she supposes. Or perhaps it was the rumors that had circulated among the Kresniks after they’d returned from Canaan. Rumors she’d been too young to understand at the time… 

She’d been too young for a lot of things.

Elle rubs her eyes with a hand, then hesitantly takes the offered arm. She wasn’t expecting this kind of treatment… it’s nice. 

“Thank you… I um… have an apartment over at Freres. It’s not far.” It was too big for her, and probably would have cost too much for a normal student, but, well it did belong to her now, along with all of Ludger’s things. 

Ludger… She presses a clenched hand to her chest, the new dull stab of memory actually hurting this time. “…actually, I’m sorry… but do you mind if you drop me off somewhere else? I… don’t think I can go back there right now.”

                “You? Make someone uncomfortable? I don’t buy that,” he says, offering her a smile. “You’re pretty relaxed, s’far as I can tell. You don’t make a big show of yourself, either. I don’t know. I mean, I feel pretty comfortable around you, and that’s saying something. Between you and me, I don’t like most people.” And there’s a quick wink. Poor girl, though. For her to think she makes her family uncomfortable... He doubts it, but who really knows. He’s already made blunders in their conversation, though. Best to just reassure her at this point -- but he does mean it. 

                    “Oh, the one with the swingsets? Heh. I’ve never been in that place, but I went there sometimes as a kid.” Free entertainment and all. Of course, it was only at night when he wouldn’t be scolded for playing on another’s property. Well, less likely, anyway. Pretty sure someone threw a shoe out the window at him one night. 

Aren’t they friends by this point? Elle thinks so. “My birthday? It’s April 12th. Six days after my mother’s, actually. She apparently said that I was the best birthday present ever.” She smiles– she treasures when she finds memories that are still good despite everything. “But if you’re thinking of doing something for me, you really don’t need to…”

“Well, yeah, it would have been nice… I like to know my friends’ birthdays.” Elle believed that everyone deserved some sort of celebration– if they didn’t like big things, then something small; if they didn’t like their birthday, then some other day. Everyone deserved something.

“But you didn’t even say anything…”

//Elle's curious now haha.