SUNJATA
He nods to Jigano as he thanks him for the stories of his events, listening while he asks what kind of bird he became. This lights up a somewhat crooked smile across his face, loosening up with the alcohol quite a bit. “A macaw of some sort.” He says, gesturing to the navy tattoos along his shoulders that creep partially beneath the compass tattoos on both sides of his neck. “It was like she took my tattoos and turned them to life.” But no, that’s not a good enough explanation. And so he stands briefly from the stool he’s fetched, shifting into the macaw and landing along the edge of the bar — wings a deep navy, same as his eyes, ringed with a brilliant yellow.
He shifts back then before they talk of LongNight, as though his explanation of his shift is good enough, with a demonstration. He accepts the shit from Jigano with a quiet hum of agreement, knocking it back and sighing quietly. “I’m quite good at it.” And Jigano should know, based off of what the taller man had told him while they both were blighted and sick.
The mention of their own guilds however, has him nodding again. “I am looking for new members so if you know anyone, send them my way and we can figure it out.” A light shrug at that, unsure if Jigano would know anyone like that. But their ranks are incredibly small and he can feel it suffocating any chances at trying to make a name for themselves.
He shifts back then before they talk of LongNight, as though his explanation of his shift is good enough, with a demonstration. He accepts the shit from Jigano with a quiet hum of agreement, knocking it back and sighing quietly. “I’m quite good at it.” And Jigano should know, based off of what the taller man had told him while they both were blighted and sick.
The mention of their own guilds however, has him nodding again. “I am looking for new members so if you know anyone, send them my way and we can figure it out.” A light shrug at that, unsure if Jigano would know anyone like that. But their ranks are incredibly small and he can feel it suffocating any chances at trying to make a name for themselves.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
