[center][h3]Drake Umbra[/h3][/center]

Drake ran his fingers through his slick, green hair; pushing the normally straight and short strands up into a spiky fashion. He let the individual clumps of hair fall back into place, albeit less neatly than before, as he slowly moved his hand up from his scalp. In his spare hand, he absently twirled his hat around his finger. The room he had found himself in was filled with incredibly boring people. He tapped his foot impatiently, staring down his companions with a piercing, yellow gaze.
"For freaks of nature, you lot sure are dull." He spoke bluntly, smirking arrogantly while he rested his head back up against the wall. His black blazer was hung up on a little rack above him. He saw no reason to get such a nice piece of clothing dirty whilst on a mission. With a slight flick of his wrist, Drake threw his hat towards the rack, resting it on the same hook as his jacket.

"I mean come on. Show a little excitement! Be good little doggies and we might get treats, right?" Drake licked his lips with his unusually long, serpentine tongue at the idea of being allowed to spill some blood. It was about time some excitement happened, after all. He wanted to have a little more fun with the gang, but was silenced by the arrival of Phoenix Valentine. Upon seeing the familiar face, Drake shifted his gaze slightly to the superior; his mischievous smile ever present.

Their mission was simple and to the point. They needed to cause as much damage as possible. Drake almost felt a sense of pride that he had been chosen to turn these Faunus into mincemeat, and he was barely containing his excitement as the ship dropped them off. Even in front of his commander, Drake did little to restrain himself.
"Oh, I just can't wait!" Drake straightened his tie as he watched the swarms of little Faunus running around to prepare themselves for their attack. "Commander Valentine, you've made me feel just like a kid in a candy store!" Even despite guns being aimed at him, Drake's laid back posture remained in tact. A young fellow named Tank, who Drake was somewhat familiar, with began his assault shortly after the Commander jumped into a group of terrorists. Even despite the battle startling, Drake was biding his time. He wanted to savor the sweet scent of dust and blood before throwing himself into the thick of it. He even took a moment to give a round of applause to Tank, laughing hysterically at his team mates growing blood lust.
"Yes! Yes! Cut loose some more, mutt! Slice and dice to your hearts content!" As he spoke, a group of Faunus approached the young man with their weapons at the ready. They had fierce looks in their eyes; practically feral. Drake raised his eyebrow at the group, clicking his tongue in disdain.
"What an awfully disgusting creature you are. Perhaps I should put you sorry mutts down." The Faunus didn't take too kindly too Drake's tone; baring his ferocious fangs and claws as he charged the Hunter. He raised his claw to strike, but the courage in his eyes faded when Drake's false look of surprise turned into a sinister grin. 

The Faunus' looked down at Drake's feet where a glowing Glyph appeared upon the ground. He didn't even have time to question when the hunter had readied the trap before a pair of the [i]Ouroboros[/i] chains sprung from the ground at an alarming speed. On the end of each chain was an oddly shaped dagger that appeared as a serpents tail. The first dagger lodged itself in the Faunus' gut, while the other sank deep into his skull. With his hands still resting casually at his side, Drake swiftly lowered his body to avoid the still flying corpse that approached him. As he straightened himself on, he grabbed hold of the chains still lodged into the man he had just killed and yanked them forward. With a sudden change in direction, the corpse found itself sitting in front of Drake just as the other Faunus unleashed a barrage of gunfire onto Drake.

The body rattled with every shot it took for Drake, and the bloodier it got the more Drake began to laugh.
"What a riot!" Dislodging the body in front of him with a swift kick, Drake sent the unrecognisable corpse of the Faunus' ally flying into an unsuspecting woman with fox ears. Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed his two chains and leapt forward towards the remaining two. Before they could even reload their weapons, he was standing before them with the two deadly chains whipping forward in wide arcs. The chains coiled themselves around his two adversaries. Tugging his right arm back, he sent one of his victims flying towards him at an alarming rate. He let go of the chain and balled his right hand into a tight fist; creating a corrupted Ouroboros serpent around his limb. The serpent glowed green, created from his Aura and the leather bracer that rested upon his wrist, whilst it coiled around Drake's arm with a hiss.

With a sudden step forward, he unleashed a right hook towards his target that sent him flying away from Drake and back into his team mate. As soon as he crashed into him, Drake leapt up into the air above the two and summoned another pair of daggers during his descent onto his victims. Grabbing them firmly by their handles, he plunged both of the weapons into the skulls of his dazed and disoriented victims. The chains and daggers dispersed into dust, leaving Drake along on top of the two corpses.
"Boring. Not even worth the effort, really." Drake turned to face the last Faunus girl, who had a fierce look in her eyes. The intent to rip Drake to shreds overpowered her, and she assaulted him at full force. Her strength was quite impressive, and Drake found himself on the defensive; keeping her at a distance by using his Ouroboros chains as powerful whips. He swung and swung, striking her with the daggers on the ends of the whips repeatedly. They weren't deep wounds, but it was enough to keep her at bay. Drake giggled like a toddler, delight plastered across his face as well as the blood of his victims. He began to increase the speed and strength of his strikes, eventually overpowering the Faunus' guard and leaving her open for one final slash across the jugular. She was still for a moment, standing up as the life drained from her and onto the ground below. And then she fell. Drake panted with excitement, his skin burning. Small patches of scales covering him from head to toe, Drake's shirt clung to his lanky frame with sweat.

The Ouroboros chains dispersed into thin air. And he found himself staring back at the carnage the rest of his team was causing. Clutching the sides of his head, he slightly dug his nails into his scalp with a sinister, wheezing laugh.
"Oh yes! That's the good stuff! Let's shred these dogs to ribbons!"