[Above all things, Alvin is a fighter. He does not need to be told to fight, and he's primed himself in the ways of fighting for some time. Even though recent circumstances have led to the inclusion of emotions, Alvin used to appreciate fights. The clash of blades, the sound of bullets passing easily through his gun—he could take down a monster himself and he often did. Fighting could be done alone or with partners. It didn't need to be special.
Since landing in Asgard, he hasn't scratched that itch, hasn't given in to the swing of his blade. He hasn't had much time to do it. There hasn't been any reason. As a result, Alvin has been lost in his thoughts. He wants to save his home, and though he trusts Jude and his research, there is a part of Alvin that sees this place as an opportunity.
It has power and knowledge that Rieze Maxia would never have. Wouldn't that be enough?
But there is also the fact that he is alone. Alvin would never say it, but he is grateful for the two kittens he has now. The two kittens at least are almost obligated to like him. Anybody else he's approached is not obligated, and some part of Alvin doesn't want to go through the motions. If he treats Asgard like a business venture to improve things at home, he doesn't need to deal with the harder aspects.
For these reasons, he embraces the performances in Vanaheim. Alvin engages with the idea of being a powerful mercenary with charm and grace. He takes to the clothing available as much as he can, dressing in all black—but varied outfits for varied nights—to give off the impression of being a shady but diligent mercenary.
His show is rough, but, by the second night, very choreographed. He is a man who has trained himself to be ambidextrous because of his lifestyle, fighting with a sword in his less-dominant hand, and a gun in the other. Alvin's sweeps and almost-shots are carefully measured and indications of what he could do in a battle. And though they are choreographed, there is a fierceness to them that almost seems like he could take up a battle at any second.
Or that he craves a battle at any second.
He finishes all of them just the same, with the sword over his shoulder and his lips blowing some "smoke" away from the end of his gun. And he winks, because he can shuffle his personality ever-so-quickly. He's always had to.]
any night
Since landing in Asgard, he hasn't scratched that itch, hasn't given in to the swing of his blade. He hasn't had much time to do it. There hasn't been any reason. As a result, Alvin has been lost in his thoughts. He wants to save his home, and though he trusts Jude and his research, there is a part of Alvin that sees this place as an opportunity.
It has power and knowledge that Rieze Maxia would never have. Wouldn't that be enough?
But there is also the fact that he is alone. Alvin would never say it, but he is grateful for the two kittens he has now. The two kittens at least are almost obligated to like him. Anybody else he's approached is not obligated, and some part of Alvin doesn't want to go through the motions. If he treats Asgard like a business venture to improve things at home, he doesn't need to deal with the harder aspects.
For these reasons, he embraces the performances in Vanaheim. Alvin engages with the idea of being a powerful mercenary with charm and grace. He takes to the clothing available as much as he can, dressing in all black—but varied outfits for varied nights—to give off the impression of being a shady but diligent mercenary.
His show is rough, but, by the second night, very choreographed. He is a man who has trained himself to be ambidextrous because of his lifestyle, fighting with a sword in his less-dominant hand, and a gun in the other. Alvin's sweeps and almost-shots are carefully measured and indications of what he could do in a battle. And though they are choreographed, there is a fierceness to them that almost seems like he could take up a battle at any second.
Or that he craves a battle at any second.
He finishes all of them just the same, with the sword over his shoulder and his lips blowing some "smoke" away from the end of his gun. And he winks, because he can shuffle his personality ever-so-quickly. He's always had to.]