Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11591668-20131202065837/@comment-11588669-20131203012653

Video games. What the hell. How in the world was this even...? Who designed this crap? Wait, someone made a game. With a character who shared his name, looks, fighting style...

He was really regretting taking the contract. The teen growled from where he was seated, within the mass of people. A grey hoody hid most of his features, and the hood was up. His weapons were compacted into his backpack, as to not draw suspicion. His jeans had a hole in the knee, and he wore dark combat boots with a knife in a sheath.

He sighed, and stepped out of the crowd, pulling down his hood as he strode towards the stage. And people parted before him, the way he walked helping. It was confident, but not cocky. And there was something unsettling about him. Maybe it was the large scar, or the shocking midnight blue eyes with an amber ring around the pupil. Or the look on his face: utterly detatched, almost as if someone could get shot in front of him and he couldn't care.

The teen stepped onto the platform, and looked at the console. It wasn't a VR game, so he was a tad out of his element. Though, the try out he had to get in showed it really wasn't hard. He grasped the controller, and looked up.

His target was right in front of him. Lucasta Cordelia. High class, with an odd love of gaming. Apparently she was an arrogant bitch who always got her way. At least, that's what the man stated when he discussed the contract.

Without Umbra there, he didn't give a shit. It was a payday, pure and simple. And if the op went wrong? World was a better place.

Noctum Ambrosius Caeruleus, or Nox as he is called, smirked a fanged grin.

Either way, it should be fun.