Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26821421-20171120200258/@comment-34667842-20171129002215

Rochelle, the aqua colored Omega Agarif was waiting for her train to arrive. Her mother, as always, had looked at her with those green blue eyes of hers and told her that if anyone asked, Rochelle's mother was just a normal, bluish Alpha. Of course, she's never been told why to say this, considering she had also been taught not to lie (not that she really took it to heart), but she was used to it.

Anyway, she waited in the crowded station, wondering if her father had read the timetable correctly, or as always had confused himself and told her the wrong time. For all she knew, she was here three hours late, if not a week. As she thought to herself, she looked at the small bag she'd been given. Due to some humans not really appreciating the way an Agarif looked, it had basically become a law that they wore clothes, and since no normal clothes fit their rounded frame, they had to be custom made, at least till they would be mass produced by companies wanting the gold that most monsters had.

She had chosen her own clothes, a black, short sleeve shirt with a large, purple stripe down the middle, and black cargo shorts, making her stand out against the harsh sun the summer provided. Most people would probably be getting hot in their clothes, but, like all Agarifs, she loved the heat the black material caused.