Personality/ setting.
Drezlin in this role play is a successful Roman general, who is growing bored of his seat in the senate. He has made a deal with a stranger, for an amazing fortune, to buy imortality. Little does he know what the price is going to be, or that this sunset may be his last.

Drezlin smiles and leans over the rail of his villa, one of the finest in Rome. Down below him drunken guests blunder around in the garden, and off into the streets. He brings his cup of wine once more to his lips and takes a good long drought. Drezlin can't help but smile as he looks on all that he has attained. He leans against a marble bust of Julius Cesar and makes a toast to him. The sky is a perfect crimson, "to perfect" Drezlin mutters.

"Get out of here!! Damn drunks!"

Elizabeth yells in anger, she throws her glass at him

"Alright alright!!" the drunk slurrs as he stumbles away.

She walks out into the garden and sits under a tree, stretching her sore arms and legs from working all day

Drezlin notices a slight commotion down below as a drunk stumbles rather rapidly out of the garden.
He lifts his eye brows more than amused, the man nearly trips on his toga.

Down below he watches Elizabeth sit down in the garden, a smile splits his lips. After watching her for a moment he retires to his study, and checks his will once more, making sure his affairs are in order.

after one last wistful moment of reverie, he realizes his cup of wine is empty and heads down stairs through the villa, past several servants until he finds one serving wine. He gets his cup filled and walks out into the garden, feeling better than he has in years. More alive than he has in longer than he cares to remember, he notes that aniticipation is an emotion he had entirely forgotten. With the sun setting in the sky he puases to admire it's ceasless beauty once more.

She glances up from her book and back down to her book.

"you watch it as if it were your last" she said turning the page

Drezlin pulls himself out of thought and turns his attention to Elizabeth .

Any sunset could be anyones last. Who knows when their life will be cut short, and ended with out warning or recall ?

Drezlin looks down at the lush garden, vibrant with life and color. The scent of flowers in the warm air is moving beyond discription. For a moment, he is at a loss for words.

This may very well be my last sunset. But truely, I do not care. I have savoured this one more than any that have come before it.

(Side note... Who are you in relation to my charcter ? Friend, employee ? Slave lol ?)

[ooc: I wouldnt say slave, more of a lower class employee, say lower assistant]

She puts the book down and gazes at the flowers,
"I suppose you are right, but why now? is something on your mind?"

Drezlin smiles, and sits down on the grass. After pondering the question for a moment he replies.

Nothing is wrong. Perhaps for the first time in many years, something is right.

His eyes wonder back tot he fading sun, and the words of the stranger replay through his mind once more "Say fare well to the sun."
He pulls himself back to the present, as with the coming of night his anticipation builds.



Elizabeth, I am going to be frank with you. I have no heir, and I have not married. I may be leaving tonight, perhaps forever. i need some to watch over my lifes work. If I do not assign it to some one, the senate will cease all of my possessions and sell them off at auction. I am going to sign everything over to you.

Drezlin laughs, and takes another drink of his wine. Feeling far to alive to be professional.

I won't hear a word of protest, it is all yours. Besides, I may not be leaving at all.

Drezlin takes another drink and then winks at Elizabeth as he stands again.

I don't imagine this is how you pictured your day concluding ?

Elizabeth stumbles in her mind for something to say

"But I couldnt..I dont even know where to begin?! And surely people would not like the idea of....Where are you going?!?!" She felt the forehead of Drezlin

"Excuse me for the intrusion and for the language but what the hell is on your mind Sir?!"

Drezlin smiles, not to be charming, but a sincere expression of happiness. He takes Elizabeths hand gently and leads her into the villa, up the marble stairs and into his study.
This subject is not one to be discussed in the open garden, amongst slaves and guests.

Drezlin takes a special jar of wine, and pours himself a small cup, and one for Elizabeth, after he hands it to her he sits down at his table, strewn with parchment and scrolls.

Where to begin my friend ? I have had fame, fortune, success. Far beyond the measure of what any man could expect. I could even become Ceasar if I wanted it...

Drezlin looks at the floor, brooding for the first time this day. then lifts his eyes to meet Elizabeths.

For all of my blessings, all of my luck, I am still unhappy. And in the end, I will grow old and die like every one else around me. . . This is not the way I want my life to end. Some people say I am unhappy because I never married, but this is not so. I am unhappy because I see life for what it is. A beautiful spark, that flares bright as any star, and like all sparks, burns out and is forgotten in darkness.

Drezlin takes another drink of wine, his eyes seem to wonder away from the present, as if seeing something Elizabeth could not.

I am going to atempt to take imortality for my own tonight. I will succeed, or die trying. Though I do not know what will happen to me, life or death, I am sure that I want you to have what I own. You alone have not expressed a desire to take it from me.

With that his old smile returns, and he looks once more hopefully outside.

Velvet walked up to Drezlins door. She knocked.

"More wine sir?"

Elizabeth Sits down a bit concerned

"you must be reasonable, Sir, You don't even know if you will live..

She twirls the wine in her glass and stares at it deep in thought

"This could mean death..And I..don't think i could run this by myself"

She places her hand on his shoulder, "Drezlin..are you sure you want this??
Wont you miss the days, the warm sun..."

Drezlin hears the knock on the door, and looks back at Elizabeth.
I am certain of this choice. I would rather die in my prime than wither away to nothing cold and alone.

Drezlin softens his face, prefering to be reasonable rather than stern.
He even smiles at Elizabeth slightly.
Do not worry about what you can or can not do. . .

His face turns desperate, as he searches for the next words.

We have but one life to live. Only one, a single chance before the uncertain, but unescapable fate of death... Live your life to the fullest. Love who ever your hearts desires to love, enjoy everything that gives you pleasure, and overcome every challenge that makes you pause. In the end, what do we have but our past to reflect on ? It will either torment us eternaly, or be our salvation.

Drezlin pauses again and drains his cup. Feeling slightly, deliciously drunk.
The look on his face is one of certainty and contenment.

This is your chance to do something with your life, and have every faith in you.

Before lizabeth can protest again Drezlin stands and makes his way to the door, empty cup in hand and politely asks for more.

Elizabeth stands up and sets her glass down, not bothering to take a drink,
She wipes the wrinkles from her cloths and closes her eyes trying to find her next words. Although not angry she tries to talk in an angry tone to convince Him what he is doing may not be the right choice...But it comes out in a more desperate tone then she wanted..

"But Sir, You just cant leave like this, You have gotten so far with this! Sure you only get one life to live, Well..."

She searches for the right words to say..

"What id you dont like this new life?? Then there's no going back..."

She looked down

"what If i dont want to do this..??"

A worried expression overcame her face, She diddnt want to ruin his plans if this is truely wanted to do.

Drezlin merely smiles at Elizabeths protests.
Walks back from the door and kneels in front of her taking one hand gently in his own.
I won't force you to do anything against your will. If you do not want what I am offering, so be it. The senate will take it when I am gone.

Drezlin stans slowly, and reluctantly picks up his wine again. He looks out the indow aprehensivly.

Then sits again at his desk, a little vexed.

I can not refuse this. I simply can not. Life holds no more glory, no more challenges. This is truely the last frontier for me. My only fear is that I will have to spend it alone... But I have already lived this life alone, what do I have to lose ?

Elizabeth gets a saddened look across her face.
she sighs in defeat.

"Drezlin, I have worked with you for a long time. I will do whatever makes you happy in this situation... If you want me to stay and take care of it here...then so be it. But I dont like the fact of you having to face this alone. you know I would agree with you on everything else..I just hope this is what you want, and you know i'll be here for you"

She smiles and tries to lighten up the mood and pats him on the head and laughs

"But remember this, and always do. You dont have to do this alone. You have people here for you"