Amun had just finished a string of jobs near the edge of the Northeastern section of Imperial space. He had been nervous about it at first, working that close to the Empire, but the credits had outweighed the risk. After a few jobs well done he had decided to reward himself on the way home. The Whisper's Deliverance was safe in port and his gear had a nice little home tucked away in the floorboards of the small room he had rented on the outskirts of a beach resort city on Spira.
It was with a little spending money in his pocket that Amun had hit the boardwalks of the city He had decided that his usual black on black on black clothing wouldn't blend in very well in Spira's warm weather and had opted to wear something he had picked up at a local boutique before heading out to catch the sunrise as it rose over the sea. Personally, he thought he looked ridiculous. Everyone else was dressed similarly though, blending in... check. Instead of the array of weapons and armor he had become accustomed to, Amun instead came equipped with a sketchbook and a pack of colored pencils that he had also bought on Spira, deciding to take someone's advice about not letting anything take his hobbies from him. He wasn't entirely unarmed however, two small knives were tucked into his clothes where they were concealed but easily reachable, just in case.
It was there, on a boardwalk bench that overlooked the cresting waves that washed against the sandy shores of the resort city that Amun sat, holding a pencil up against the horizon to measure before committing his sunrise art to paper. It was a rough drawing, he was beyond rusty having not picked up a pencil since Junction. Everything had changed that day and he had had to abandon a lot. His hear was dyed black, something that he kept up every couple of days to prevent the white roots from showing through. The Crimson Dawn had done some mild facial reconstruction on him so that the Empire couldn't track his face. Only his eyes remained the same silver, though he had begun to debate wearing colored contacts as well for safety.
@Sreeya
It was with a little spending money in his pocket that Amun had hit the boardwalks of the city He had decided that his usual black on black on black clothing wouldn't blend in very well in Spira's warm weather and had opted to wear something he had picked up at a local boutique before heading out to catch the sunrise as it rose over the sea. Personally, he thought he looked ridiculous. Everyone else was dressed similarly though, blending in... check. Instead of the array of weapons and armor he had become accustomed to, Amun instead came equipped with a sketchbook and a pack of colored pencils that he had also bought on Spira, deciding to take someone's advice about not letting anything take his hobbies from him. He wasn't entirely unarmed however, two small knives were tucked into his clothes where they were concealed but easily reachable, just in case.
It was there, on a boardwalk bench that overlooked the cresting waves that washed against the sandy shores of the resort city that Amun sat, holding a pencil up against the horizon to measure before committing his sunrise art to paper. It was a rough drawing, he was beyond rusty having not picked up a pencil since Junction. Everything had changed that day and he had had to abandon a lot. His hear was dyed black, something that he kept up every couple of days to prevent the white roots from showing through. The Crimson Dawn had done some mild facial reconstruction on him so that the Empire couldn't track his face. Only his eyes remained the same silver, though he had begun to debate wearing colored contacts as well for safety.
@Sreeya
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