His vision was black all except for one thing...a blinking cursor following the words, "ENTER ACCOUNT NAME:" Raising an eyebrow, he visualized his keyboard, typing in the letters, "Xreser. No sooner had he typed that in, and "pushed" Enter, a second prompt appeared below the first, this one reading, "ENTER PLAYER NAME:" Again, he typed in, "Xreser".
A few moments later, a bright red light burned into his eyes, making him wish he could just mask them from the horrendous light, but right when he was about to actually do that, the light disappeared, and his eyes felt completely normal. He could not help but suspect that the color of his hunter green pools would now be a singed black...but the sight in front of his eyes changed his thought process.
A man with choppy hair, a hard raven hued black that fell over cold grey eyes appeared. He was wearing a black cloth like covering over his entire body, though his left arm, right shoulder, and both legs and feet was covered in a simple metal that wasn't as glossy as silver, but not as plane as tin. He knew he would not figure out what it was, so he moved on. His grey, serpent like eyes stayed locked in front of him, strange ebony tatoos decorating the pale flesh underneath those haunting orbs, swirling to underneath his ear lobe's. As he followed the markings, Erick spotted what appeared to be a jagged silver serpent fang hanging from each ear. Finally, he noticed the pure black cyclinder held to the mans back with thin, almost un-noticeable grey cords...a pack of sorts.
Erick had just finished drinking in the appearance of the strange man when images of that same figure holding a multitude of weapons, changing slightly each time as if each tool brought an un-noticed change. He noticed the image of the man growing to a large muscular size, hefting an axe easily in both hands, then molding down to a more sleek looking version, two curved blades weilded as a serpent would his own fangs. That image faded away to one of the man spinning a strange polearm around his spikey hair, his care-free expression not befitting to his overall appearance. That image metled away, forming into one of the same man, a black cloak draped over his shoulders, silver bands around the neck, wrists, and end of the cloth. He held a staff in his right hand, firmly, almost so firmly so that it looked like he would not live without it. Erick hated those serpent eyes of this form of the man...they held to much arrogance and knowledge, like he knew things that others could not dream of knowing. The imaging seemed to feel his thoughts, and shifted to a picture of the man, more like the original image of the unarmed version, though he held a long, wide bladed weapon in both hands. The sword seemed to fit, but not entirely so. Finally, the man was holding a single handed blade at his side, his serpent like gaze more befitting now, a look of cold death, a look like he wanted nothing to do with anyone set behind his gaze. The wry smirk on his lips though, made him more friendly in appearance. This seemed perfect to Erick. And, shortly after that thought, his vision was once again blinded with light, this time a gentle golden light that seemed to make him tired...so tired, that he felt himself slipping away from reality itself...into something that he could not quite put his finger on.
A few moments later, a bright red light burned into his eyes, making him wish he could just mask them from the horrendous light, but right when he was about to actually do that, the light disappeared, and his eyes felt completely normal. He could not help but suspect that the color of his hunter green pools would now be a singed black...but the sight in front of his eyes changed his thought process.
A man with choppy hair, a hard raven hued black that fell over cold grey eyes appeared. He was wearing a black cloth like covering over his entire body, though his left arm, right shoulder, and both legs and feet was covered in a simple metal that wasn't as glossy as silver, but not as plane as tin. He knew he would not figure out what it was, so he moved on. His grey, serpent like eyes stayed locked in front of him, strange ebony tatoos decorating the pale flesh underneath those haunting orbs, swirling to underneath his ear lobe's. As he followed the markings, Erick spotted what appeared to be a jagged silver serpent fang hanging from each ear. Finally, he noticed the pure black cyclinder held to the mans back with thin, almost un-noticeable grey cords...a pack of sorts.
Erick had just finished drinking in the appearance of the strange man when images of that same figure holding a multitude of weapons, changing slightly each time as if each tool brought an un-noticed change. He noticed the image of the man growing to a large muscular size, hefting an axe easily in both hands, then molding down to a more sleek looking version, two curved blades weilded as a serpent would his own fangs. That image faded away to one of the man spinning a strange polearm around his spikey hair, his care-free expression not befitting to his overall appearance. That image metled away, forming into one of the same man, a black cloak draped over his shoulders, silver bands around the neck, wrists, and end of the cloth. He held a staff in his right hand, firmly, almost so firmly so that it looked like he would not live without it. Erick hated those serpent eyes of this form of the man...they held to much arrogance and knowledge, like he knew things that others could not dream of knowing. The imaging seemed to feel his thoughts, and shifted to a picture of the man, more like the original image of the unarmed version, though he held a long, wide bladed weapon in both hands. The sword seemed to fit, but not entirely so. Finally, the man was holding a single handed blade at his side, his serpent like gaze more befitting now, a look of cold death, a look like he wanted nothing to do with anyone set behind his gaze. The wry smirk on his lips though, made him more friendly in appearance. This seemed perfect to Erick. And, shortly after that thought, his vision was once again blinded with light, this time a gentle golden light that seemed to make him tired...so tired, that he felt himself slipping away from reality itself...into something that he could not quite put his finger on.