((MC Name: Voidsoldier)) A young boy standing at a respectable height for his age approaches. He doesn't seem lost, rather he looks as if he has found what he was looking for. His hair is pale along with his skin and he isn't wearing much more than rags. He approaches the nearest man, striking up a conversation about being recruited.
"What's your name, son?" the tall man questioned as the boy glanced upwards "Karasu." His voice was coarse and yet to be fully developed, though it had a certain ring of determination to it. "Karasu... Edg..." He stops himself from saying it, shrugging lightly as he continues "How old?" "Twleve." He met each question with a relaxed, but firm, tone, not wasting time in answering
The man, using his wondrous eye sight and quick wits determined the boy was a Human from the shape of his ears and various other obvious traits, not bothering to ask "Where do you come from kid?" He asked simply, a light yawn escaping his lips. For the first time the boy seemed less than enthused to answer. Regardless, he spoke up "Nowhere worth hearing. I was born to a family of farmers in Thales. During the famine I hunted for them. Got lost one trip, ended up on a different boat over here, haven't seen them since." He pauses, hardly interested in telling his empty story. He veers off subject as he continues
"I only hope to receive a chance at becoming a Unbled Fledgling. I will prove myself from there."