The dark clouds were moving across the sky slowly but surely they were making movement, all because of the force of the wind. One could almost fall asleep watching the movements of these clouds, it was extremely soothing to watch for hours that same motion. Trent couldn't though, he couldn’t stand it anymore; he thought this had been where he had grown up and lived but no one here seemed to know him much less cared. Pacing anxiously on the beach he took one more look around at the ocean; perhaps across it. His dark hair fell over his eyes as he shook his head, no probably not. The male had been trapped on this island for awhile now but there had been no clues to his past. It could drive him completely insane. Especially since the only thing that he knew about himself was that he had a terrible taste in clothing and liked chocolate. At this point he could have been anyone! Trent tugged nervously on his gray vest and gritted his teeth. His sword hung on his back and seemed to shift slightly as he paced again. This is f*cking great” he spoke with a bit of laughter. Maybe he was insane.
Mp: 60 (Darkness, Wind, Fire)
Theon's MP: 30 (Light, Cure, Earth)