( aaaand go~ oh my goodness, niche vs jack -- that's going to be so fun. 8D blonde vs blonde, too xD )
Jack Vessalius }
I'm not a hero.
Jack had already looked around most of the island. The sun was high in the sky, and the sound of waves could easily be heard. He had never seen the ocean before, but would rather it be under different circumstances. His emerald green eyes scanned the arena where he was seated. Not many of the other people who had been brought here were around yet, but when he did see people, they looked completely
strange. The women wore the skimpiest clothes he had ever seen, compared to the flouncy Victorian dress he was used to. It just looked so
immodest. The men's clothes stumped him just as much. Poor Jack stuck out like a sore thumb, in his turquoise green overcoat, ruffled white undershirt, black vest, and white pants. Actually, he
had seen a man dressed like a butler from his time. Jack smiled slightly and wondered if there was any sort of way to befriend the black-haired and red eyed man he had caught sight of.
lol sebastian.Reaching into his green coat, he pulled out the golden pocket watch made for his best friend Glen. He flipped it open to check the time, and the sweet melody of ' Lacie ' played. It was a very nice pocket watch, he thought...but then again, he was also its crafter. Jack frowned. Time had been messed up due to his change in location. Sighing, he clicked it closed again and gently placed it in his pocket. Suddenly, the
flip of wings opening jerked him from his thoughts. In the arena was the first competitor for this sick game -- a boy with long black hair and equally black wings. Jack rested his head on his hands and analyzed the boy, much younger than himself. In fact, Jack was pretty sure he was the oldest one here in appearance, but probably not in real age ( being 25 in appearance, but 125 in age ) -- that put an even bigger responsibility on him, feeling pity for the younger ones. He had to get back home, away from this foolish fight ; he had to get back home, where his home...was halfway gone, and his best friends weren't waiting on him. He had to get back home, to Oz, to protect his little Vessalius cousin.