[i]In the meantime, Remy just kept his longsword as and where it was, the tip slightly pushed into the dirt of the courtyard, since he didn't have a sheath -- not for this particular weapon, anyway, while his short sword did have one. His right arm was wrapped around the cruciform, elbow hooked around it as he leaned on the sword.[/i] "I don't know," [i]He spoke in response, his own voice happier than before, yet not tired in the slightest.[/i] "I wasn't even planning on ruining into you, to be entirely truthful -- though I'm not complaining.. as for my versatility, thank you." [i]Rem grinned beneath his helmet -- something he'd soon take off, as his left hand reached for it, soon slipping it off his head.. first time Octavia would see Remy's face, in fact. The very first time. Because you never replied the first time. Goddammit. Anyhow, for his actual appearance.. He was rugged, in a very handsome way. His hair - which was a midnight black in colour - was somewhat unkempt and a little long, but what else would you expect? Anyhow, further, he had a well-kept beard, covering his jawline and around his lips, like a lumberjack's, but shorter. That all being said, his face wasn't completely perfect, as he had a gigantic scar, reaching from between his left eye - which was a chestnut brown in colour - and the very top of his nose, all the way down to the right side of his lips, crossing his face. He also had two cross claymores tattooed on his left cheek, in black ink.[/i]