Thread: Shouldering the Weight of the World

A hooded teen standing at 6'4 stood silently in the back of the crowd that the woman was speaking to. Philoctetes is the former sidekick of a hero known exclusively as the Sparrow, a master of archery and martial arts of many different cultures. He was known for his brutal honesty, his ridiculous accuracy and the rate he could fire his weapon off at. Originally the teen was simply an Greek Orphan with no real future but the man adopted him and raised him as his own and quickly shaped him into a master archer, brilliant tactician and a living hell for normal humans in close range combat. His mentor taught him that heroes these days were heroes for the fame, not to actually help people. Remember Philly, you mustn't allow the fame to consume you. The glory goes to your head, and that makes you lose focus. His name had been originally Cardinal as the Sparrow's sidekick but distinctly his outfit was different now. It wasn't the red and black he had donned before, it was in fact his mentor's original costume! The Archer was dressed in a long-sleeved green leather jacket with a large hood and green mask that extended over only his eyes and part of his nose. A black bullet-proof and relatively light combat vest covered his upper body to great effect. His green-tinted compound bow hung off his arm, his quiver full of arrows sat on his back right shoulder comfortably. His green leather pants were geared with knee guards and his boots were designed like cleats for better traction. He had a belt with a pouch or two and a whole row of throwing knives, sharpened to the fullest. Philoctetes stood there quietly in the back of the crowd of teen heroes, his eagle-like blue eyes analyzing many different faces and different costumes. The one that stood out the most though to the male was the son of the famous Captain Power, who was as well know almost as much his father. The male didn't necessarily like him, judging from the way he carries himself. 'He's likely egotist, any one who's dad is a hotshot thinks he is one too..' The Greek shook his head and adjusted his sleeves as he wandered out of the crowd and out the door as well. Deciding he wanted to explore the large area known as Brigade Tower. He pulled his hood further over his face, the shadows further concealing his face as he went along. He wasn't so social necessarily, but he did respond as politely as he could unless the situation called for him to do the opposite. He told me it was going to be nice here, he was right. The male passed by the shooting range, the sound of explosions amongst other sounds attracting the Master Archer inside. He held his bow by it's handle, notching an arrow to his weapon and pulling it back slowly. He released the string, the arrow flew accordingly and hit the bullseye. Before any of the others could even mumble anything to themselves, he had already notched another arrow and released it with the same course. It flew the same path, splitting his previous arrow with ease, only for it to be splitted only a second later. He let loose three more arrows and it all ended with the same result. The split wood laid uselessly on the floor in front of the traditional target, the Archer nodded to himself slowly. Satisfied that his Archery was as sharp as ever. He stepped out into the hallway a moment later, slinging his now over his shoulder.