Thanks to CutePresea, the ages and heights are all correct (I hope) So thanks, CutePresea, for helping me with that.
Anywho, on with the disclaimer: I don't own ToS, I don't claim to, although it would be nice to. This is a work of my own mind and if it has any likeness or exactly the sameness as someone else's (not that it probably will cuz there's like no Regalos...) then I apologize. Nothing from this story was plagerized(sp?) (wow I suck at spelling XD)
Part 1 Scene: Heimdall Inn approx. 8 P.M. Day 1
"Alright guys, time to pack it in." Lloyd Irving; he was seventeen and about five foot eight. His spiky brown hair that matched the color of his eyes drooped a bit due to the sweat caused by an earlier battle. As he began unbuttoning his tight, red shirt in an effort to relieve the heat, he announced, "We only have four rooms so that means two people per. Any preferences on who you'd like to sleep with?"
Colette Brunel immediately spoke up. "If it's okay with you Lloyd…" Lloyd responded with a quick nod in reply. Colette, who was sixteen and five foot two, was the Chosen of Sylvarant. The blond girl moved closer to Lloyd, happy she'd be staying with him.
"I'd like to share a room with Presea." Genis Sage, the twelve year old black mage of the group stood only at about four foot eight, making him the shortest in the group. The half-elf's silver hair shimmered in the candlelit corridor.
"But—" Presea Combatir was a cursed child. Althogh she had the appearance or a twelve year old, she was nearly twenty-eight! Lloyd had cut her off saying:
"Okay, Genis! Anyone else?"
"I'd prefer to share with Sheena, if it's okay with her." Raine Sage, Genis's older sister, was about twenty-three years old. The half-elf woman stood at about five foot five, also with silver hair that resembled her sibling's.
"Fine by me, considering my other options," Sheena Fujibayashi, the nineteen year old assassin girl, said. Sheena, who wore her hair in a terra-twist style, was a fledgling assassin from the village of Mizuho and wore a traditional kimono.
"Okay then. Well, Zelos, Regal, that leaves—" Lloyd was cut off by a screaming Zelos.
"WHAT!? I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH THIS GARGANTUAN!?" Zelos Wilder; the pretty boy. He was about five foot ten and twenty-two years old with his pink, sleeveless trench coat that accented his beautiful bright red locks.
"Hmm…" Regal sighed softly and semi-inwardly. Regal Bryant was about six foot two with long, messy periwinkle color hair. The convict just stood still, frowning as usual. Knowing Zelos wouldn't have stopped his hissy-fit, Regal picked him up and hefted him over his shoulder and brought him into the room they would be sharing.