by Morithar Alaris Mon Jan 11, 2021 8:37 am
Tuesday morning, the sun already on it's way into the sky and well past the point where it would have caused a cascade of colours within the heavens. Cloud cover was sparse, but there, and the sky itself was a bright blue. It promised to be quite a lovely day actually and Morithar was quite content to be spending some of it on doing a mission. Frankly, he needed funds fairly badly. Especially since he intended to start practicing with creating weaponry soon. That would require funds to do as well as equipment and time. It all started with the money though, it always seemed to start with the money. Morithar was dressed in his usual attire, black shinobi pants with black boots. A white cloak with black trim and silver studs covered his upper torso and went down to his knees. It hid a black shinobi shirt underneath and his chin length white hair was kept out of his face. His bright blue eyes took in his surroundings as he moved and analyzed everything they saw. He had broad shoulders and stood at 6'2, giving him a strong and sturdy build although in reality he wasn't overly strong compared to other shinobi. No, his most powerful tool was his mind, and he worked to use it with a startling degree of precision.
He moved up to the gates, his blue eyes falling on two forms. Both had extremely appealing figures, but that wasn't exactly special in the shinobi world when one had to be in great shape to survive. Still both women were quite lovely to look at. One was auburn haired, with a red long sleeved shirt with sleeves long enough to cover her hands, a fishnet top, steel armguards that covered the back of her hands and forearms, and over it all she wore a standard Iwagakure flak jacket. He couldn't see her front from his angle, or her hands. The other woman however was a different story. As she was approaching the gates and as she did Morithar was able to get a good look at her.
She was about 5'10, with long, raven black hair and eyes of molten gold. Her porcelain skin was set off by the sable shade of her hair and her high cheekbones and slender frame gave her a more aristocratic look. She was moving toward the gates and had turned toward the other woman who appeared to be eating. Morithar heard the woman's words, but wouldn't interject, he wasn't a gentleman, but though would be quite rude. As such he would wait, just a few meters away now for the auburn haired woman to respond before drawing attention to himself and giving a small bow of greeting. Hand on heart, blue eyes meeting each set of the one's before him politely as he spoke. "Morithar Alaris, at your service. Might I ask the man of two such striking women?" He would ask, a small smile on his features. He voice and tone were calm and polite, with an undertone of curiosity. A single white eyebrow would raise at his question, the only single physical sign of his curiosity.