Lorenzo Remei
Under the icy grasp of the night, a lone shivering figure walked down the empty streets of Nexus City.
Drool dripping from his mouth, eyes staring blankly at the endless horizon, his steps were dragging on as if his feet were sinking into the ground.
What it sought, no one knew for sure...
Suddenly, a grumbling noise erupted from the man's belly, a tremendous roar from the bottomless pit that is the stomach urging him to eat something. But he couldn't, for he had no food begin with.
"Damn, I guess there's only so much I can do on without a meal..." He sighed, letting out a dry chuckle.
His trembling body, seeking heat that couldn't be found, surely wouldn't last much longer. No, it shouldn't be lasting to begin with: the man did not eat for weeks, and the cold of the city was completely alien to him, who was used to the warm beating of the sun.
He would, under normal circumstances, create a pyre and warm himself up, but alas such a thing would require magical energy, and the very use of magecraft under these conditions would completely exhaust what little kept Lorenzo conscious. Thus, unable to use even the smallest form of pyromancy, unable to warm himself up, he would surely succumb to the cold.
Yet it did not fall, for the man's pride, will and very soul would never allow such a thing. He went on, fighting his screaming body, ignoring the chilling pain and the wailing fatigue that urged him to stop and abandon his path.
Limbs going numb, snow covered the man's back as it laid on the folds of elaborately ornate and coloured clothes, slipping onto his pale skin. Every movement he performed was a miracle by itself, requiring an enormous amount of effort. But even so, the man resisted it all. He wouldn't let them down again, he couldn't. Lorenzo Remei was to strive and persevere, moving forward against the impossible odds.
That was until his he saw it. Cracked windows, old wood miraculously keeping a structure together and a warm inviting smell of roasting meat and aging drink. There was no doubt, it was a tavern!
At the very sight of the inn, he felt a burning passion bursting in his heart, his very blood flowing with the might of a tempest. There was a newfound energy filling the man's very being, he looked at the source of the warmth with a determined look, piercing eyes akin to a starving hound looking down upon a piece of meat.
And he ran. His legs moving as if carried away by the waves of the ocean, his fierce willpower turned into sheer strength The man, tenacious as the storm, reached for the golden doorknob. It was with the might of a bull that he kicked the heavy wooden door, a deep rich aroma of food entered into his nostrils as the warm air enveloped his body, inviting him to step inside. Grinning triumphantly, Lorenzo Remei let out a hearty laugh, a booming voice echoed in the inn as his eyes widened in glee.
"Bwahahahaha, it was no coincidence that the road I took brought me here! Very well, I will be glad to enjoy your company, fellows." He yelled, thundering laughter filling the room as curious faces turned to face him. "Is there any soul fierce enough to share table with me!?" the man roared, pompous bravado unfaltering and a wide smile unfading, even as his legs gave up what little they had left.
