Noel lifted his lance, and rested it on his shoulder. He'd been a primary target of the Turks for some time, and was now in hiding. The Turks were getting on his nerves, forcing Noel to remain reclusive in the slums, a place of which he hated. The fumes burned his nostrils, and weakened his senses. "Goddamn this place" muttered Noel, crushing some filth in his right hand, "No wonder everyone here is depressed...It's a shit hole".
Noel cursed his situation. He could hear some voices, and walked towards them. He spotted a strong looking girl and able bodied young man, and not too far away was another man, who looked like a fighter. Noel kicked a can that seemed to be in his way, and he made his way towards them.
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Ahh guys, I'm not all that much, cause of school, and work
So feel free to work with my character
