Jemal's Anniversary Special IC

*BANG*
The slamming quiets the nearby area as the perpetrator looks around, as wide-eyed as some of the startled faces around him. Smiling apologetically, the man reaches down to help pick up the box of books he had just knocked off a table. Those around mostly turned back to their conversations or games as the sudden interruption was quickly forgotten.

It was the annual ENWorld Convention, the conventioneers mostly from the popular gaming forum website, many getting to know each other IRL for the first time.

All around the hall, gamers were engaged in activities. Various games, displays, demos, and conversations filled the area. A small group stands near the entrance, each given a nametag using their Forum account name as they register.

A tall man walks around the tables, looking at some of the demos. He wears a blue T-shirt and lighter blue jeans. His light brown hair is trimmed close, retreating from his forehead and he wears an older style of metal rimmed glasses on his face. The badge on his chest reads "Wrahn" and then underneath it written in smaller letters is his apparent real name of "Rob". he appears to just be casually bowsing the stations, perhaps looking for something to grab his attention

Going from booth to booth looking over buttons, dice and other small shiny objects is a average sized man, looks late twenties, dressed mostly in black. Very light brown skin, shaven head, with the beginnings of a goatee, and his clothes covered in metal. Chains and crome skulls adorn his pants, the red trim and skull pattern on the oversized garment almost the only splash of colour on him. Mostly hidden by his pants his boots are only seen in brief glances, but black leather, chains, metal plates and spikes make brief appeances as he strides around. His jacket, small bronze spikes on the leather portions around his shoulders and upper arms, a gothic cross around his neck and leather studed bands around his wrists. Even thou inside a pair of wraparound sunglasses are worn. A cloth satchel is over one shoulder and hip, his purchases disappearing into or onto it. Rather excitedly he pours over trinkets on offer a dopey smile on his face. The only other colours on him are several buttons on the satchel. Instead of his chest his name tag is also attached the the strap of the satchel. It reads "D'Raven".

If Castro would have been short, this man would certainly resemble him. Either or purpose or by simple taste, he wears a military green shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and strange tan pants. They are strange to anyone outside Argentina, although they are pretty common in people associated to rural areas. Reflective sunglasses cover his eyes, resting on a unremarkable nose, that is above an abundant beard, slightly untidy, although not overly so, remarkably similar to the one sported by the Cuban president. His hands in his pockets, his face is hard to read, but seems to be mildly interested in everything going on, at times lowering his glasses to read people's tags. His own reads "Voda Vosa", beneath which is his real name, "Juan". He carries a pack, and the string from a camera pops from the pocket of his shirt. He doesn't seem to be shuffling on the internet on an advanced mobile devices, as almost everyone is.

"Hey D, you're late! Or did you just get distracted by Shinies?" A grinning bespectacled man with a scrag of facial hair approached D'raven at the market near the entrance. He wore a long black coat festooned with rings and chains, a top hat, and carried a cane.
The man glanced over at some of the others that were arriving, reading their name tags. "Hey, How's it going? Great to meet you finally!" One hand rested on the cane while the other reached out to shake their hands.
"I'm Jim." He gestured to his name tag, on the side of his hat, which read 'Jemal/Jim'

He looked around them "Isn't this great? Man I love conventions. Too bad they didn't have a D&D Tournament though, can't believe ENWorld doesn't have a tournament.."

"Nice hat Jim." Castro said. It was unclear, given his accent, if he was being ironic or not. "This is actually the first I attend to. I travelled here for a scientific meeting, didn't know this was going on until I got your PM. It's pretty nice." he explains.

D'Raven wanders over to Jemal/Jim. "Slept in again, work still has me as tired as ever. Mind you I'm only fatigued lately not exausted." He casualy watches the people entering as he talks looking for any one that might be interesting. "I suppose the no turrny is because they don't want to create a competitive atmosphere. There still are games around and demos of new games or systems, not to mention the panels."

"Hey, glad you could show up." Jim takes the 'compliment' at face value, tipping the hat to 'Juan' "Wanna join us in looking around? Maybe we'll meet more peeps we know."

"Sure, why not?" Juan says, and tags along. He seems rather silent, perhaps the language barrier? Nah, he seems to speak just fine. Must be something else.

D'Raven turns to Juan and offers his hand, "Greetings, D'Raven here. I'm using my handle for personal reasons. Not even so much as not wanting it known, or hating my name. In fact I like my name, but when I tell it to people they never use the whole thing and that's what I'm not partial to. So it's D'Raven or what ever, a nick name is fine as long as its not from my actual name." He glares at Jim.