Thread: A Common Mistake (Starlit~ and mrow)

Rey had always had a certain distain for those who had less then him. In other words, Rey had a certain distain for nearly everyone. In the trying times that had recently come, almost all citizens that didn't work directly under the king were either starving or close to it. Even he, the captain of the guard was hardly held in high enough esteem to really be considered 'upper-class.' He simply had the money to live a comfortable, rather simple lifestyle. Still, even if he didn't have what he had always hoped for riches and luxury, he pitied those who had less perhaps even to a disrespectful level. Unfortunately, people almost felt the same way towards him... except worse. They disliked him to a point of hatred. Not that he was any different from the hundreds of other guardsmen and officers that littered the streets generally authority was looked down upon in the city. However, he was the Captain. And so Rey had a special way of making people angry,just by looking at them. The only one who people hated more then him was the king himself. Let's just say 'long live the king' wasn't a phrase he heard used very often. Of course, Rey wasn't a man who deserved love either. He had been trained to look down on those who were less then him, and he did. he just shaped this disdain into pity and regret that these peasants had allowed themselves to become so poor. He had no semblance of understanding when it came to what they went through everyday. He also had a habit of upholding the law in a way that made him a tyrant. Any show of delinquency or sign of magic would be swiftly punished, often by death if in the latter form of law breaking. He didn't understand this rule at all as he has been told to look for magick in the most abstract of forms occasionally even forms that could be considered mere talents. However, this was his job, and he had always taken it far too seriously. That was what had gotten him so far in his career. At the age of 26, he was the second most important man he'd ever met. He was strong, fast, well-off, and rather clever if he did say so himself. As a teenager, he'd been arrested plucked from his home, taken from his family. And all because he seemed to be special. They'd been wrong. There had been no signs that he was using magick after people really looked. However, he'd never seen his family again. And to make this up to him, he was trained under the guard. And he'd been good at it. Now, with the Roma in town, Rey was almost always watching for signs of delinquency. These... bizarre people, were thieves and liars and gypsies. he was sure that at least some of them were magick users. And he wasn't going to stand for it. Not at all. He hated these people more then they hated him, and he showed it. His appearance had taken on a stern, dangerous, army-like state within a few days since they arrived. His blonde hair was cut close to his head, his outfit heavy and bearing the insignia of the guard. He wasn't too heavily muscled, but the plain garment under the very light armor was tight and form fitting. His pants were tucked into the bulky, hideous boots that he had been issued. It wasn't a glamorous outfit, but he was not one to care for that sort of thing. -----xxx----- That day... he wasn't in the mood for what he faced. He was sick of the Roma at that point. No matter how many of them he arrested, there were always more. He swore that they multiplied like rabbits. Or that they were so crafty that they simply escaped. But that wasn't possible. He would never allow that type of thing to happen under his nose. Rounding a corner, Rey recoiled at the young man who had seemed to appear out of nowhere. In his hands was far too much food, obviously stolen though to be honest, Pali could have been carying a single loaf of bread and the Captain would have made assumptions of theivery. And the boy knew who he was. That should have angered him more then it did. Instead he grabbed the boy and jerked him to the side. Where did you get that from? he asked, sounding more annoyed then angry. His cloudy blue eyes held a sort of boredom. This had gotten beyond old.