OOC: My character's link: Francis Abel
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BIC:
Francis peered over the plain, using one hand to shield the light of the setting sun from his eyes. He watched the Archangel Michael speed away, fascinated by the combined sight of the plain and the angel, each sight complementing one another other to make an absolutely splendid view.

"Welcome to the Dome, Francis..."

Francis began to climb down the sloped rock face, using his Parkour skill to easily travel the terrain, bounding from rock to rock, leaping in the air, and then finally rolling onto flat terrain. He stopped to check his equipment, and then stared in awe at the Dome. Before him, the sight of the Dome was magnificent--the ornately carved columns, the decorated walls, so beautiful, but so spartan at the same time, menacing, but peaceful--and he was prepared for whatever lay in wait for him ahead. He began to approach the Dome, fingering his knife as he cautiously stepped forward. He entered...

The first thing Francis noticed was that there was obviously a deep sadness present, as many people were shuffling through the street, solemnly eyeing the ground, not even noticing the newcomer in their midst. Francis stepped to the side of the street, waiting for someone who would be interested in talking to arrive, and then, on finding them, asked, "What's going on here? Something is obviously wrong."

"There is a deep mourning throughout the Dome; one of the respected graduates has passed away. Some knew him as Kelsan, but more knew him as Johnny Bones."

"My condolences, I'm sorry to hear so. If you will excuse me, I must be on my way." Francis continued toward the Dome, pausing in respect for a group of people who seemed upset. He thought out loud to himself, "It's time to find my brother..."