It was especially good to be back just in time to help with an expansion project. Although construction work was far from his specialty, he saw it as a fun way to re-integrate himself with the community. After so many months, he wanted to see first hand how things had changed...
Besides. There was nothing better than getting his hands dirty, especially when there was a lot on his mind.
Anyone looking for a big lug to help them with something heavy, feel free to find him. He's horrifically easy to spot-- he's that towering blond man who looks like he could take on a Pangoro barehanded.]
4
[The heat was a part of life for someone from Caldera. It was a dry, dusty heat that permeated every inch of your being, coated them in a layer that couldn't be scrubbed away no matter how many times you went at it with soap, and was such a constant that everyone understood its temperament. In the islands it was different--- it was damp, cloying, and the afternoon rains did nothing to help.
There was no way to cool off.....except through the strategic removal of clothes.
The boots went first, tossed aside in the meager camp he had set up. The shirt, dark and made of thick fibers, came next. Finally, dressed only in his cut off pants, Cliff gave up on any pretenses of being a serious explorer and simply dove into the water as he was.
Beach goers would get an eyeful of an unabashed Calderan who was unashamed of his multiple piercings and tattoos. Old friends might note that he's sporting a few fresh looking scars, still ragged from how recent they were.
Cliff, however, didn't care. The water, though the temperature of a bath, was far more refreshing than being on land.]
5
[Bring your own adventure! Hit me with any idea you like better!]
Cliff Fittir | Star Ocean: Till the End of Time | Calderan God of War, Fighting/Flying/Steel
2
[It was good to be back.
It was especially good to be back just in time to help with an expansion project. Although construction work was far from his specialty, he saw it as a fun way to re-integrate himself with the community. After so many months, he wanted to see first hand how things had changed...
Besides. There was nothing better than getting his hands dirty, especially when there was a lot on his mind.
Anyone looking for a big lug to help them with something heavy, feel free to find him. He's horrifically easy to spot-- he's that towering blond man who looks like he could take on a Pangoro barehanded.]
4
[The heat was a part of life for someone from Caldera. It was a dry, dusty heat that permeated every inch of your being, coated them in a layer that couldn't be scrubbed away no matter how many times you went at it with soap, and was such a constant that everyone understood its temperament. In the islands it was different--- it was damp, cloying, and the afternoon rains did nothing to help.
There was no way to cool off.....except through the strategic removal of clothes.
The boots went first, tossed aside in the meager camp he had set up. The shirt, dark and made of thick fibers, came next. Finally, dressed only in his cut off pants, Cliff gave up on any pretenses of being a serious explorer and simply dove into the water as he was.
Beach goers would get an eyeful of an unabashed Calderan who was unashamed of his multiple piercings and tattoos. Old friends might note that he's sporting a few fresh looking scars, still ragged from how recent they were.
Cliff, however, didn't care. The water, though the temperature of a bath, was far more refreshing than being on land.]
5
[Bring your own adventure! Hit me with any idea you like better!]