Cyan Frinderman, has recently arrived to this new land in hope of furthering his legacy. Born in small, small town of Gran Rodina, he always had a complex about himself growing up. As he was always looked down upon by any that saw him. His siblings, parents, friends, and so on. This drove him to become almost narcissistic in how he treated others. Until getting humbled completely at the age of 14. His arm got smashed in by a few other warriors named Santana and Smooven. The injury put him out of action for another year or two, eventually gaining the strength to come back into the fray. He spent two more years training to fight Santana and Smooven, gaining a reputation as he went along. He went around his home country fighting the local warlords and popular warriors, gaining a big head over it. But slowly learning that he wasn't hot stuff. But his showman personality grew as he began to wear more frivolous armor in the hopes to bolster his pride. His ego, while large. Does not manage to cloud his judgement as much as one might think. As he began working for local warlords as a bounty hunter by the age of 18. This work humbled him to his core, keeping him at a leveled head due to the gruesome injuries he faced. But now, he has found a new continent to continue his legacy in.
"Ah. Hello." I respond. attempting as hard as I could to ignore this man. I pick up some foreign fruit at one of the Bazaar stalls, and the man says "Allow me to say again sir, What brings you here?" He looks up and down at me, attempting to scan some aspect of my being. Wether it was the slightly scorched armor or the unpaid fruit I couldn't say. I put the fruit down and say, "I've only recently heard of this place. Seemed like a good place to be." The man responds, "I see. Adventure!" He smiles with an artificial grin. "You could say." I reply. The man turns back to the bazaar, saying, "It is truly a beautiful place here, please enjoy your stay." I nod. He walks away, to another traveler stepping off the port. I turn back to the fruit stand and look downwards. At the oddly shaped fruit. The man at the vendor looks back up at me. Seemingly unsure of what to do. I grab the fruit, and stuff my hand into my pocket. I drop double the price of the singular fruit and lean in closer. "Where is the colosseum." The man replies, "I ehm. Uh, down that way." "Thanks."
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