Slate Morrison
Atticus Gale
Vacily Rezanov
Trystan Sallow
Role Play Sample
Was it a different world? New York City. The gateway to a new horizon; a new beginning. Trystan wasn't sure of much anymore. The Order had become his life and in some ways his prison. As much as the former Eye wanted to leave he had no where else to go. Where could he go? "If you weren't part of the Order you're little people" was how his former boss put it, and he'd been on the other side. He'd "educated" rogue magus before. It wasn't something he looked forward to. A member of the Order going rogue was an embarrassment and usually dealt with as swiftly and cleanly as the executioner's blade.
Trystan would always choose to keep his head, even if meant compromising his ideals. His sanity, however, was another matter. Nothing really mattered much after he lost his marbles but thankfully the New York Branch had honoured his request for transfer in the role of a Sword, the position he had originally desired.
"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" Reynolds already new the answer to his question but had to ask.
Trystan stared out across the tarmac of the airport toward the imagined shores of North America. "I need this."
His former boss nodded. He understood more than he let on but his hands were tied. Trystan's abilities were wasted in any other position.
"God-speed." He granted with an extended hand.
Trystan offered a firm embrace. They had been through a lot together, he would miss their friendship.