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Varik laughed softly, shaking his head and clapping the short oriental man on the shoulder. "Likely you are one strange man!"

When Points begins to speak, Varik arches an eyebrow cooly. 'That Elf has problems... He needs to get himself a wench or something...' Nodding politely to Points, he turned to leave, before being caught up short.

Miss Imse spoke with a soft calm voice and Varik found himself smiling. Such a strange diverse group they were, each of the striving towards diffrent goals, but all in the same boat. It was... Heart warming!

Shaking his head softly, he bowed once to the table, before turning and heading towards the bar.

"... I mean come on... I sound like I should be a flaming house cat, not a hardened merc. Snow is not too much of a stretch but Snowy?! Damn Sergeant... Hope the old coot is rotting in hell!"

He sat, face down on the table before him, thick snow white braids fanning out around his head, one hand gripping his tankard of ale. He sighed in agitation, before glaring up at his brother.

"And YOU, you think it is funny! Do I LOOK like a house cat to you?" With an oft broken nose and a face scarred and weathered from years in the field, he looked like anything but. "Huh? Damn kids... No respect these days!" he grumbled softly, before downing a swig of his ale and sighing.

'Damn good to have the kid around though... Atleast this way if we go out, we go out together!' he took another swig of ale before standing and stretching lethargically.

"Well I need another drink. Anyone want anything? Mead? Ale? Rum? The buxom bar wench? No? Just me? Okay then. . ." With a grin he turned on his heels, and strode towards the bar.

'Damn it is good to be back in civilisation again...'

Sorry for the spelling mistakes, if there are any. Writing on my phone, on the bus, is hard!

As the Games begin. Varik darts off in to the undergrowth, moving at full speed, planning on getting as much space as he can, regardless of how much noise he was making.

'Get some space then see what is in this bag...'

Do you want this all in Private Message?

"Well this should be interesting... I don't think I have ever asked for anything politely in my life!"

"Will there be food at the Cornicopia? Is there food throught the arena?"

Varik shrugs, staring at his hands for a moment with a sigh. 'Well can not really change that can I? Will have to do my best!'

He sighed, standing and stretching. "What should we do in our meeting with the Gamekeepers?"

Varik sits there for a second, lost in thought, before speaking up. "If I get the chance, is it better to kill a few of the weaker ones off first, or leave em to last?" Varik gestures towads Zadlu with a nod.

"Id regret never being free!"

Varik sighs softly and shrugs, before looking the trainer up and down slowly.

"When do we get to hit stuff? This waiting around is a drag!"

Varik crouched in the corner of the area designated to them, glaring belligerently at the other competitors.

'By the gods I hate this damn place. Look at em all, thinking they are better than me. Bring on the killing already. I just want to be free!"

Shaking his head softly, he listens to the calming chime of the beads in his hair, going still for a moment, as he closes his eyes in thought. It had been many years since he had been allowed out on his own, and even more since he had been allowed out of his collar.

"Just a f#~%in dog!" He growled softly to himself, rubbing the thick rigged scar that circled his throat, a scar that cut to the bone and deeper.

Sweet! :) Looking forward to this!

Are we starting with Training Days? Or are we going to judgeing?

So here is the character I wish to put forward!