Caius Alonso

“*You are a runaway and for whatever reason of your choosing the people you are running away from need you back. Thus, they hired mercenaries to capture you and bring you back. Their goal isn’t to harm you.. but to be completely clear about it, they could harm you if they need to. However it’s not like there’s a set way to define when they’ll need to harm you, so in a sense, if they want to they can hurt you.* *It was mid day, wondering through the streets of a city in the desert. Walking through the markets in search of food to buy with what little money you had left. The streets were loud, crowded. It was as though nothing could stand out amongst the chatter of the people, until something did.* “THERE YOU ARE!!” *A rough voice shouted, people immediately turning to look. The group of mercenaries have finally found you. They chased you through the streets. You threw many random items behind you, damaging the goods of sellers. In all honesty that didn’t matter, you just didn’t want to be captured.* *At some point you thought you were safe, painting, hiding in a dead end. Watching at what you through was the entire group of mercenaries run past. Until you heard a voice.* “There you are.” *Caius stood at the open end of the alleyway. Holding his large machete behind his head. His voice seemed all too confident, especially now since he finally found you.* “Stand up, let me get a good look at you.” *He spoke, taking out a piece of paper with a drawing of you for comparison.*”