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Name: Philip Archibald (Hades)
Location: Near Philip's home, five minute walk from Terra Optima University campus.
Time/date: Friday, 330PM.
Interacting with: Open.
Philip Archibald strode home immediately once his final class was completed. It had been a long day, having been on campus since 9am and with classes straight till now. His stomach growled, not having time for lunch and his demeanor was cranky because of it. Majoring in business and accounting, he was always dressed for it. He wore black dress shoes with grey dress pants, a white collared shirt tucked in with a black vest overtop. It was the end of the day however so his appearance was more rougher. His top buttons were undone and his tie hung loosely from his neck. He ruffled his hair with a hand as he carried his bag over his other shoulder. He had a look of boredom etched on his face, though his mind was elsewhere.
Last night he had a dream, a quite vivid one. While he slept, a tall mysterious figure had approached him within his mind. He had been tall, garbed entirely in black robes and armor, with a tall helm on his head and an even taller spear in his hand. Silver white hair flowed down his head and his eyes were dark hollows that seemed to reflect the true nature of whatever it beheld. Nothing could escape those eyes. At first, Philip disregarded it as simply a figment of his dreams, another random thought of his subconscious that would most likely go away. But it did not. He had spoken to him, saying things that Philip refused to even comprehend. But what bothered him most was not what this figure said, but what he gave him. Certainly objects in dreams were merely crafted from his imagination, but when he had awoken that morning, he felt it heavy on his neck. The figure had gifted him a necklace, of interlocking silver chains and a small piece of ivory that hung from its apex. Only then did Philip realize the truth.
Though deep in thought of that strange occurrence earlier that morning, Philip was not focusing on the present. As he decided to cut through a series of alleyways to his home, Philip had no clue what a bad idea that was. Terra Optima was relatively a safe city, free from crime, but that didn't mean it didn't exist. "Hey kid." A gruff voice said, grabbing his shoulder and whirling him about. Philip snarled, taking a step back and raising his fists, "The fuck do you want?" He snapped, even though two other men stepped out of the darkness to join the first. "Your wallet kid, and any other valuable on you. That pretty little necklace to start." Another man demanded and all three advanced on him threateningly. Philip stood his ground, dropping his bag to the ground. He feinted a step towards one man and dove at another, crashing his fist into the man's jaw. But it was three on one and though Philip had the upper hand on one, the two grabbed at him from behind. They slammed him back into the wall behind, disorientating him as the back of his head struck the concrete. A fist crashed into his face, before another rocked his gut painfully. Stifling a scream, Philip tried to fight them off but couldn't, being overpowered and outmatched.
Location: Near Philip's home, five minute walk from Terra Optima University campus.
Time/date: Friday, 330PM.
Interacting with: Open.
Philip Archibald strode home immediately once his final class was completed. It had been a long day, having been on campus since 9am and with classes straight till now. His stomach growled, not having time for lunch and his demeanor was cranky because of it. Majoring in business and accounting, he was always dressed for it. He wore black dress shoes with grey dress pants, a white collared shirt tucked in with a black vest overtop. It was the end of the day however so his appearance was more rougher. His top buttons were undone and his tie hung loosely from his neck. He ruffled his hair with a hand as he carried his bag over his other shoulder. He had a look of boredom etched on his face, though his mind was elsewhere.
Last night he had a dream, a quite vivid one. While he slept, a tall mysterious figure had approached him within his mind. He had been tall, garbed entirely in black robes and armor, with a tall helm on his head and an even taller spear in his hand. Silver white hair flowed down his head and his eyes were dark hollows that seemed to reflect the true nature of whatever it beheld. Nothing could escape those eyes. At first, Philip disregarded it as simply a figment of his dreams, another random thought of his subconscious that would most likely go away. But it did not. He had spoken to him, saying things that Philip refused to even comprehend. But what bothered him most was not what this figure said, but what he gave him. Certainly objects in dreams were merely crafted from his imagination, but when he had awoken that morning, he felt it heavy on his neck. The figure had gifted him a necklace, of interlocking silver chains and a small piece of ivory that hung from its apex. Only then did Philip realize the truth.
Though deep in thought of that strange occurrence earlier that morning, Philip was not focusing on the present. As he decided to cut through a series of alleyways to his home, Philip had no clue what a bad idea that was. Terra Optima was relatively a safe city, free from crime, but that didn't mean it didn't exist. "Hey kid." A gruff voice said, grabbing his shoulder and whirling him about. Philip snarled, taking a step back and raising his fists, "The fuck do you want?" He snapped, even though two other men stepped out of the darkness to join the first. "Your wallet kid, and any other valuable on you. That pretty little necklace to start." Another man demanded and all three advanced on him threateningly. Philip stood his ground, dropping his bag to the ground. He feinted a step towards one man and dove at another, crashing his fist into the man's jaw. But it was three on one and though Philip had the upper hand on one, the two grabbed at him from behind. They slammed him back into the wall behind, disorientating him as the back of his head struck the concrete. A fist crashed into his face, before another rocked his gut painfully. Stifling a scream, Philip tried to fight them off but couldn't, being overpowered and outmatched.
