[Shenandoah]

Rick settled into the role of Mazin, the Mage. Sending his digital self forward, he crossed through the town of Belara, a way-station that saw many newbies on this server as most didn't go too far from the beginning towns initially. And this was the beginner's town for this particular server. This was where most logged into... where most respawned in the initial stages of the game. He whipped his head around as he glanced up a side street, the silver flick of his thin braids digitally tucked behind his left ear flipping before his face momentarily.

Disregarding the people up the street, he went towards the log-in station, a huge revolving series of graphics that were golden orange. Mazin had no real name to describe it other than that it could be one of those strange gizmo things that sat on desks that had various rings that spun around inside each other.

What he did not expect to see on the way to the log in point was what appeared to be a blind player. He knew there were those that wore blindfolds to pretend a greater sense of mysticism though he always sort of thought that to be retarded. Instead of going up to the blindfolded player, he turned and approached the booth nearby the point to gather up some supplies, moving through the crowd with some ease as he knew how to push through to get where he needed to go.

There were a few appreciative glances his way, though he ignored them. Why anyone would want to 'feel up' pixels, he had no clue... Rick only wanted to have fun and forget the shit life of high school and his immediate demise.