Archmagos Issac
Sir Ser Issac of Clarke of Chad the II
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2014
- Location
- The Forge World of Mars
Dante sighed as he took a seat in the locker room. He put his foot up against the locker as he adjusted his glasses and began to tie his shoe. He felt kind of awkward and out of place. He was tall and thin, being rather spindly. He tied his shoe tight as a few muscle headed jocks walked by, smacking him in the head as they laughed rather stupidly. 'Assholes' he thought. He ran a hand through his hair and stood from his seat, heading out onto the gym floor. He was hit with a cold blast of air and was struck with the sight of all the 'beautiful people'. He didn't make eye contact as he made his way to a lifting machine. He took a seat and set the weights to about 80 pounds to start off. He began to pull. It didn't seem that bad. He started feeling a bit light headed as he began to find himself falling onto his side. He'd forgotten to breath and had passed out because of it. There wasn't much going through his head as he was falling down, only the wonder if he was going to seem like an idiot. He'd made the first mistake being a smart guy, he thought that working out would be easy.