The apartment light flicked on, the figure carried himself heavy as he moved into the bedroom and turned the light on in there too. Yes everything had been left exactly as he'd left it, which considering how much everything else changed had left him pleasantly surprised. He dropped a rucksack onto the bed and moved back into the living room and stared himself at the mirror.
Rayash had changed greatly from his days as a fledgling hero, since the death of his sister during the second Rikti invasion he'd undergone many changes, some emotional.. Some physical, he'd come to understand his 'mutation' which turned out to be no mutation at all, but a part of his demonic heritage. That was the reason for his leaving Paragon... Fear.
He stretched his wings slowly and sighed, looking at them intently for a moment before he slowly brushed a hand through his long, ragged, crimson hair. He'd been away from civilization for quite a while as he was trying to find himself and come to terms with this rather radical change to his life. He still wasn't sure if he'd found it or not, but he knew he needed to come back to Paragon, to his home.
Some things changed, others had stayed the same. The Paragon Overwatch that he had called his home and family, they had vanished it seemed and his old friends, well he wasn't sure what had happened to them since his departure, as he looked around his room he felt pangs of regret. He should of been stronger and stayed, maybe things would of been a little different.
He turned on the TV and flicked to the news channel, now nothing had changed there, except the fresh new faces of heroes making prime time news. It made him smile a little as he felt relieved others were there to take his stead as he was away, he moved back to the bedroom and over to a rather old looking wardrobe. He hesitated with the handle as he took a deep breath and opened the door, there was his costume, the first thing he ever wore while starting out in Paragon, he'd eventually hung it up for more casual or high tech gear depending on the situation. But now he looked at it and brushed his fingers across the reinforced leather, tracing his fingers across scorch marks, plasma blasts and more.
Slowly he nodded to himself, sure it would need a bit of modification as it wasn't originally designed with wings in mind, he chuckled a little and looked out of the window onto the streets of Kings Row.
"I'm back again, this time Paragon I'm here to stay."
(OOC: It's also worth noting that I'm slowly working myself back in after a long hiatus, lots of things have changed for me and I'm currently looking for both another RP SG and some people to hang out with. I'll probably be slumming it in Pocket D now and then! :E)
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(( would this be the same guy who met Figment last night by chance? ))
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(I'm not entirely sure, terrible memory however. It's also worth noting as I'm quite daft I'm a Union boy :O)
Kings Row, The Gish. 19:40
The apartment light flicked on, the figure carried himself heavy as he moved into the bedroom and turned the light on in there too. Yes everything had been left exactly as he'd left it, which considering how much everything else changed had left him pleasantly surprised. He dropped a rucksack onto the bed and moved back into the living room and stared himself at the mirror.
Rayash had changed greatly from his days as a fledgling hero, since the death of his sister during the second Rikti invasion he'd undergone many changes, some emotional.. Some physical, he'd come to understand his 'mutation' which turned out to be no mutation at all, but a part of his demonic heritage. That was the reason for his leaving Paragon... Fear.
He stretched his wings slowly and sighed, looking at them intently for a moment before he slowly brushed a hand through his long, ragged, crimson hair. He'd been away from civilization for quite a while as he was trying to find himself and come to terms with this rather radical change to his life. He still wasn't sure if he'd found it or not, but he knew he needed to come back to Paragon, to his home.
Some things changed, others had stayed the same. The Paragon Overwatch that he had called his home and family, they had vanished it seemed and his old friends, well he wasn't sure what had happened to them since his departure, as he looked around his room he felt pangs of regret. He should of been stronger and stayed, maybe things would of been a little different.
He turned on the TV and flicked to the news channel, now nothing had changed there, except the fresh new faces of heroes making prime time news. It made him smile a little as he felt relieved others were there to take his stead as he was away, he moved back to the bedroom and over to a rather old looking wardrobe. He hesitated with the handle as he took a deep breath and opened the door, there was his costume, the first thing he ever wore while starting out in Paragon, he'd eventually hung it up for more casual or high tech gear depending on the situation. But now he looked at it and brushed his fingers across the reinforced leather, tracing his fingers across scorch marks, plasma blasts and more.
Slowly he nodded to himself, sure it would need a bit of modification as it wasn't originally designed with wings in mind, he chuckled a little and looked out of the window onto the streets of Kings Row.
"I'm back again, this time Paragon I'm here to stay."
(OOC: It's also worth noting that I'm slowly working myself back in after a long hiatus, lots of things have changed for me and I'm currently looking for both another RP SG and some people to hang out with. I'll probably be slumming it in Pocket D now and then! :E)