* A Man walked into the Waiting room of the Recruitment office, like many more before him. He is roughly 5'4", and more than a bit wide about his waist. He is seemingly oh Rheinlandic Stock, and clothed in otherwise nondescript flight garments,and an overcoat, with the exception of a fine spray of blood on the left side of said coat. a Small hip Pack is at his side, and a rifle over his shoulder. He sits down slowly, as if he is vastly tired. Noticeing a Guard, He hands his weapon over to him, and takes a bottle of some drink out of hid hip pack, before handing that over as well.*
*the rifle itself is clearly a beloved weapon, bearing intensive bronzework, modification, and chisleing. It has two barrels, one over the other, Sheathed in Imitation Bronze. Furtherdown, an Authentic wood stock conceals the ammo chamber. " Annabelle" Is engraved on the butt plate. The weapon is well worn, but loveingly treated.*
* he sits patiently, as it seems that the office is awfully busy today, and there was already someone ahead of him.*
