[b]Nayta Zellk - [color=orange]Orange Devil[/color][/b]

A hushed wind rustled his hair as he continued measuring the etched line in the floor of roof. It crept forwards slowly, its length gradually increasing until it disappeared into the wall. He wondered just how the build had felt when he ended that line. Did he shine with pride at his work, showcase a dull appreciation for his own art, or simply move on as all life did. He liked to believe he was upset but even Nayta knew the paramount leeway the other choices were given. 

He smacked his ear again as he heard Netsu tell him to choose his opponent. Like bamboo snapping back straight, his arms shot towards both his teammates. Slowly, he turned a sideward gaze towards Netsu, his orange eyes as lifeless as a dystopian sunset. 

"I'll take you all on," he uttered, the iridescent arms underneath his thin black shirt bulging against his skin but not rupturing out. "Let's see the joy drain."