Gigaus
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2011
- Location
- somewhere =3=
Six am in the morning, with a usual fall chill hanging in the air, the man in bed rolled over, five minutes before his alarm was to go off. Part of him wanted to stay in bed, with the warmth, like it was some lover to snuggle with in the dawn hours, just before the sun broke. The other parts wanted to embrace the beautiful cold that swirled about. Eyes closed and other senses at commaned, Giga, as he had taken to calling himself, turned the alarm off before it screamed, and slipped out of bed. Grabbing his long black robe to cover his mostly naked form, toned and well built, he padded into the kitchen to make something to eat.
At 6' foot nothing, Giga was remarkible in few features. Pale skin, you'd almost think him a ghost, or deathly, if he hadn't grown up in the cold region he had, staying inside most his time, working. Sharp, yet dropping eyes, the kind that could go from disinterested to piercing in a blink, the cold sapphire eyes chilling to the bone at times. The most distinct, and probably most telling, was the lines under his eyes, going from the ducts to the edge of his cheeks, giving him a tired, but athoritative look. Year took away from him, and giving him this mark, one he used gladly. Aside from his face, he looked like any average male with brown, wavy hair and glasses, save a few scars, and lack of pudge.
With his stomach filled, the man yawned and went for the door, looking to see if any mail of consequence had come today, how unlikely that was on a Friday. Musing to himself idly, he opened the door, and found....A crate. Pausing a second, he scanned over it quickly, looking for a tag, partially wondering if it was a misdeliver, partically wondering if it was a trap. 'My luck would be that way, I open this up and...' After a moment's time, he found a tag ontop, addressing it to him, with a send off point of his 'parents'. They weren't blood related, not even foster, but then again, everyone in his 'family' wasn't. Scanning it over again, he knocked on the top of it, to check it's sound, see if there was an echo.
At 6' foot nothing, Giga was remarkible in few features. Pale skin, you'd almost think him a ghost, or deathly, if he hadn't grown up in the cold region he had, staying inside most his time, working. Sharp, yet dropping eyes, the kind that could go from disinterested to piercing in a blink, the cold sapphire eyes chilling to the bone at times. The most distinct, and probably most telling, was the lines under his eyes, going from the ducts to the edge of his cheeks, giving him a tired, but athoritative look. Year took away from him, and giving him this mark, one he used gladly. Aside from his face, he looked like any average male with brown, wavy hair and glasses, save a few scars, and lack of pudge.
With his stomach filled, the man yawned and went for the door, looking to see if any mail of consequence had come today, how unlikely that was on a Friday. Musing to himself idly, he opened the door, and found....A crate. Pausing a second, he scanned over it quickly, looking for a tag, partially wondering if it was a misdeliver, partically wondering if it was a trap. 'My luck would be that way, I open this up and...' After a moment's time, he found a tag ontop, addressing it to him, with a send off point of his 'parents'. They weren't blood related, not even foster, but then again, everyone in his 'family' wasn't. Scanning it over again, he knocked on the top of it, to check it's sound, see if there was an echo.