black's trained as a swordsman, and joins touko's mercs as an actual merc. sword and all. touko leaves. black picks up an axe grabs his mount and it's great. exciting. wonderful. he hates everything because drastic changes like that, it takes months for his body to conform to the new trade. touko comes back. he's leaning against a wall, looking fresh to death. he probably practiced this every single day until she came back so it seemed like he had his shit together.
he really, honestly doesn't, but an easy smile and a hand through his hair, that's all it takes to convince most people otherwise, anyway.
he thinks, he could've been a prince in some other life. if he had been of some other cradle. maybe he could've held a rapier or a blade, something beautiful and elegant, handcrafted by the gods.Â
he wipes the blood from his face and hefts the axe over his shoulder and whistles for his mount. vide tears through the sky and leaves blood in her wake. there's a shower of sparks, and vide extends her dark wings over her rider.
he latches onto the hydreigon's arm and they take flight, he swings at pegasus knights that get too close, watches their steeds fall to the earth below, tries not to think too much about the ringing in his ears, and god, everything's a blur up here.
"black!"
his partner shrieks, and he tries to keep the smile off his face.
--black, hilbert, touya, blair. pick your poison, for simplicity's sake and for the rule of cool, we'll use black.
he's the black rider, a wyvern knight. he's a defector from the sinnohian guard, finding the comfort of the unovan mercenary life a lot more fitting for a guy like him. black joins a band of mercenaries, works as their axe wielder and charm point, he's got a brilliant smile.
black's not particularly fond of ties, the thought of settling down is kind of terrifying. flying from city to city is exhilarating, it's beautiful, seeing the battle from up high. sometimes, he'll fight on land, alongside their leader, a girl of eighteen, nineteen maybe, they're each other's spitting images. they're the leaders, their band looks to them.Â
the stares, they're just as heavy as the axe he carries on his shoulders.Â
well natured, easy-going. he's a pretty happy guy, always has something lovely and kind to say.Â
his mount is a hydreigon, and people, they think it's not a good match. her name is vide. she's been with him since birth. think of it as an heirloom, a gift, his mother said, with a sad smile.
(his mother is blind.)Â
originally trained as a swordsman. picks up the axe out of necessity. the cavalier unit wasn't particularly fond of him, and he wasn't particularly fond of horses, either. his cuts are precise and his axes are never terribly big, he prefers fighting like the dumb kid he is.
his co-partner is not very happy with that, but whatever.
whatever.
that's something he can attest to. he doesn't mean to be so apathetic about everything, really! he's a nice person.Â
he's just. a little lost of what he wants to do with the rest of his life.
