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World of Darkness: City of Angels

Syn’s eyes focused upon the smooth smudge free bar beneath which he wiped clean with a microfibre cloth. His attention occupied with the curiosities of events transpiring across the city and further outward to India. With an attention to detail as controlled as his own, the Lasombra felt the wavering tension as esteemed guests had begun their approach into his territory. It seemed that his calling cards were delivered with utmost efficiency, Alexa had done herself proud again.

The words ‘Remind me again why I agreed to this?’ puncture a relaxed ambience as the Ventrue and his female companion entered his establishment. A soft laugh escapes Syn’s lips as he elegantly took two flat bottom glasses and a bottle of his Picasso branded single malt whiskey. The Lasombra’s aura radiating a constant, unrelenting force of sheer indomitable will. “Because I called for you and I do believe it is polite that I make myself known in the city of which I reside.” An accent of smooth French reaching their ears with a refined tone. How old was Syn exactly? A smile spread upon his lips as he stood before the two of his esteemed guests. “Pleasure to meet you finally.” Syn’s left hand extends one of the two glasses to each of them as he continues. “My name is Syn De Rais and welcome to Gallery 66.”

Syn’s movements paused for a moment, a soft smirk spreading across his lips before returning his attention to the two guests. “It seems the remainder of my guests is on their way.” How Syn knew that two cars were within minutes of approaching his establishment, he did not say. Instead, he busied himself with pouring the two glasses with a small amount of his Picasso single malt. “All drinks and other desires are free for those who gather here tonight. This is my party, and no guest shall cover a single cost.” The words fell from his lips in that fluent French accent, the melody harmonious to any who heard it.

Returning his attention to the bar, Syn placed the freshly opened bottle down on the bench upon a brass tray. Stepping behind the bar, Syn took another tray from beneath the counter and set it upon the bar. Step by step Syn moved the elegantly in the process. Each movement intentional, refined and careful. Vanity ran deep into his core. Every action must be beautiful and with purpose. One by one various glass from Cherri glasses to champagne glasses of beautiful crystal were checked for any dust or refuse then sat upon the tray. Following a small crystal bowl was placed in the middle of the glasses. Wide at the opening but shallow which Syn filled with black marble cubes that were chilled. These cubes were a substitute for ice, something he preferred for his guests. Looking up towards his current guests, he spoke calmly. “If you find yourself a place to make yourself comfortable, please do so.”

Syn’s demeanour was a juxtaposition. His aura whispered desires of domination and submission of all subjects beneath him while action and speech spoke of treating others as equals. Was it because that these guests of his were in positions of merit? Or did he have far more nefarious plans? Tonight would tell all. Turning his back to the bar, Syn began choosing an array of his hand-crafted spirits. First, he chose a beautiful bottle of Augustine #5 A multi-distilled and refined Vodka infused with vitae. Following on came two whiskeys, an Aged 35-year blended whiskey, an aged 18 Rye and the prior opened single malt. Finishing the assembly of drinks, Syn removed a bottle of white and red wine from his personal collection. The red, a beautiful Cabernet Franc barrelled in 1974 while the white an elegant Sauvignon blanc.

His assembly of drinks was completed as the second series of his guests had arrived. Had Syn not noticed the Tremere that stepped through his door prior? Perhaps not, if he did Syn said nothing of the matter. Turning his attention to the new entrance, he, of course, caught the minor interaction between them. It seemed that his meeting had prior connections with each other. Syn had been about to speak when another woman and man followed suit. The four new guests had taken their way towards the end booth away from everyone, Syn smiled. Upon the door closing, and with keen hearing would hear the door lock itself, as to prevent others from joining their small gathering.

Syn’s eyes focused however on the man that followed in with the first woman, to whom he had guessed was the Baron of the city. His intelligence had eluded to that possibility but the man that was beside her, he felt Off. Sliding around the bar, his steps silent as the women speak amongst themselves. Their chatter about drinks catching his attention.

‘Oh, but it’s never soon enough, sweetie.’ The beautiful blonde spoke openly only for Syn to respond instantaneously from behind her. His presence, cold and unwavering, the etching of age and power seeping through him. “To whom you must ask for a drink would be me.” Syn shifted past the young woman to place the drink selection and the glasses down on the booth’s benchtop before rising to his full height, grey suit immaculate and without a crease. “My name is Syn De Rais, and I would like to officially welcome you to my establishment.” After a brief pause to see the reaction, he continued. “Please enjoy the selection of drinks before you on the house.”

Turning his attention to the Ventrue, now known to be Nicolaus, he was the Archon of the Camarilla before returning his attention to the gathering. “Thank you for coming. I would have visited myself, but you all have been rather busy.” Syn continued. “I want to know what it is I can do for this city. I know about San Francisco, and I know the Sabbat are making moves for businesses in this city.” Upon the word ‘Sabbat’ leaving his tongue the word was said vehemently, malicious hate for such leeches. “So, what can I lend to this city to protect my new home?”

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

Karna Vex Cartellas

Name: Karna Vex Cartellas
Age: Thirty One
Race: Ghelt
Culture: The Ghelt tend to be very goal oriented. The ends justify the means, so long as the ends suit them. They have very limited control over essence on their own, so they often use devices and technology to do so for them. As a result, they are extraordinarily advanced in their technology. They also tend to have considerably more stamina than humans, although they aren't stronger or faster on average. Their home planet was destroyed by a devil recently, and all specimens of this species died or have become drifters. All this isn't to say they're hostile, however. They could swing either way.

Appearance

Appearance

Occupation/Concept Karna, a beast refined is an expert hunter. An expert in raged combat, invasion and reasonable magic use. Trained in the use of pole arm, bow and rifle. A third partner to two compatriots of his own.
Training:
- Infiltration: Trained in espionage, assassination and information gathering. Karna is able to use technology and social science to infiltrate locations or organisations previously unavailable to him
- Disguise: Karna must disguise himself as a human to conduct interactions on a daily basis, he’s become quite adept with this. This works in with his infiltration skills.
- Tracking: Having trained in various locations from highly civilised techno cities to desert cities and forests, Karna is adept at hunting and tracking all those he is tasked with finding.
- Long Range weaponry: Karna is highly adept at using long range weapons. Due to his higher than average eyesight and intellect Karna has trained himself to be able to consistently take shots of unrestricted range with various weapons including Longbow, Compound bow and Rifle.
- Weapon and Armour maintenance: Battle comes and goes, with that in mind Karna is able to fix and maintain all damage dealt to his weapon and armour. His OCD means he is always keeping it at a high standard in working order.
- Essense Use: Currently actively training these abilities. Karna has focused on three abilities which, if used correctly have devastating effect but also drain him considerably due to his poor essense control.
Powers:
Advanced eye sight
Magic to Weapon infusion
- Cascade: Firing one magical infused arrow into the air creates multiple arrows that rain down upon a vast landscape
- Sever: Three imbued magical arrows fired at the same time at a higher acceleration meant to sever limbs
- The North Star: A singular arrow infused with essence to which when fired will always find its desired mark, no matter the distance.
- Scorpion Sting: Arrows coated with essence draining poisons.
Advanced agility and stamina.
Eidetic memory
Infiltration skills
Moderate hand to hand combatant

KRN-007 Compound Bow

VNX-99.AP

Equipment:
Universal Translator Implant
PDA
Custom built multiple pulley longbow + Arrows
Custom built long distance sniper rifle + Ammunition
Custom hip holster for arrows
Custom back holster for bow.
Custom suit of armour
Cloaking Module
Advanced sensor technologies.
Exoshield network

Airship: The hitsquad is in possession of an airship, but Zetsuko's character owns and maintains it

Motivation: Protect (((ZET))) as he studies the gods. In the process he hopes to learn something about why his species can't manipulate essence in quite the same way the others can.

Personality:Karna is a quiet, contemplative personality with wild desires that remain out of his grasp. Wealthy or not, He is driven by desire, driven by the need for more. He’s respectful when he speaks, however respect isn’t given unless earned. Viewing people as objects rather than people removes any emotional attachment to them, finding he works best in small groupings or singular. Everyone is in his sights at one point or another. For those who manage to get past his lone wolf persona they find an unbridled loyalty to protect and serve all he considers comrade and friend. Karna is also fascinated with the desire learn everything about the Gods that exist. Why they exist, what they do. Karna is a perfectionist, everything he does revolves around making sure nothing is out of place. Everything is clean, in pristine working order or carefully repaired to bring it to an accepted working order.

Flaws:
-Lone Wolf Mentality
-Greed
-Audacious
-Impious
-Perfectionist
-Known Stimulant user
-Blunt

Bio: Karna was born to a family that didn’t give a damn about him. Downtrodden and poor, he took to spending time with groups during his youthful age that gave him a reputation as a scrapper. A sub-par brawler. In these days Karna was picked up by an uncle so far removed he didn’t believe he was family. This Uncle took him away from his family and begun training him as a houndsmen. A hunter for the royal guard.

Removed from population and dropped in hazardous zones with little on him except his armour, his weapons and some notes - “Survive”. Karna’s uncle had a unique way of testing ability and mental strength. He would lace Karna’s food and drink with strong hallucinogenic while also making him drink a vial of strong hallucinogenic liquid before he was dropped off. If he could survive and use his skills while also being imcompacited by hallucinations, then he would be valuable everywhere he went.

After ten years with the guard, Karna joined two comrades of his as a tactical team. Their first mission together was a failure, at least that is what he was told as he was knocked out and awoke in the med-bay of his ship. Now he works with his comrades to find out what they can about the gods and why his people were part of a genocide.

Extra Info: Pseudo-Vampire: We take the appearance of a Vampire but we never actually died.
Physical Limits: We have significantly higher stamina than other species, but on average we're not stronger or faster.
Magical Limits: We have a difficult time harnessing the essence all around us. Instead we use highly advanced technology.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

Karna Vex Cartellas

Name: Karna Vex Cartellas
Age: Thirty One
Race: Ghelt
Culture: The Ghelt tend to be very goal oriented. The ends justify the means, so long as the ends suit them. They have very limited control over essence on their own, so they often use devices and technology to do so for them. As a result, they are extraordinarily advanced in their technology. They also tend to have considerably more stamina than humans, although they aren't stronger or faster on average. Their home planet was destroyed by a devil recently, and all specimens of this species died or have become drifters. All this isn't to say they're hostile, however. They could swing either way.

Appearance

Appearance

Occupation/Concept Karna, a beast refined is an expert hunter. An expert in raged combat, invasion and reasonable magic use. Trained in the use of pole arm, bow and rifle. A third partner to two compatriots of his own.
Training:
- Infiltration: Trained in espionage, assassination and information gathering. Karna is able to use technology and social science to infiltrate locations or organisations previously unavailable to him
- Disguise: Karna must disguise himself as a human to conduct interactions on a daily basis, he’s become quite adept with this. This works in with his infiltration skills.
- Tracking: Having trained in various locations from highly civilised techno cities to desert cities and forests, Karna is adept at hunting and tracking all those he is tasked with finding.
- Long Range weaponry: Karna is highly adept at using long range weapons. Due to his higher than average eyesight and intellect Karna has trained himself to be able to consistently take shots of unrestricted range with various weapons including Longbow, Compound bow and Rifle.
- Weapon and Armour maintenance: Battle comes and goes, with that in mind Karna is able to fix and maintain all damage dealt to his weapon and armour. His OCD means he is always keeping it at a high standard in working order.
- Essense Use: Currently actively training these abilities. Karna has focused on three abilities which, if used correctly have devastating effect but also drain him considerably due to his poor essense control.
Powers:
Advanced eye sight
Magic to Weapon infusion
- Cascade: Firing one magical infused arrow into the air creates multiple arrows that rain down upon a vast landscape
- Sever: Three imbued magical arrows fired at the same time at a higher acceleration meant to sever limbs
- The North Star: A singular arrow infused with essence to which when fired will always find its desired mark, no matter the distance.
- Scorpion Sting: Arrows coated with essence draining poisons.
Advanced agility and stamina.
Eidetic memory
Infiltration skills
Moderate hand to hand combatant

KRN-007 Compound Bow

VNX-99.AP

Equipment:
Universal Translator Implant
PDA
Custom built multiple pulley longbow + Arrows
Custom built long distance sniper rifle + Ammunition
Custom hip holster for arrows
Custom back holster for bow.
Custom suit of armour
Cloaking Module
Advanced sensor technologies.
Exoshield network

Airship: The hitsquad is in possession of an airship, but Zetsuko's character owns and maintains it

Motivation: Protect (((ZET))) as he studies the gods. In the process he hopes to learn something about why his species can't manipulate essence in quite the same way the others can.

Personality:Karna is a quiet, contemplative personality with wild desires that remain out of his grasp. Wealthy or not, He is driven by desire, driven by the need for more. He’s respectful when he speaks, however respect isn’t given unless earned. Viewing people as objects rather than people removes any emotional attachment to them, finding he works best in small groupings or singular. Everyone is in his sights at one point or another. For those who manage to get past his lone wolf persona they find an unbridled loyalty to protect and serve all he considers comrade and friend. Karna is also fascinated with the desire learn everything about the Gods that exist. Why they exist, what they do. Karna is a perfectionist, everything he does revolves around making sure nothing is out of place. Everything is clean, in pristine working order or carefully repaired to bring it to an accepted working order.

Flaws:
-Lone Wolf Mentality
-Greed
-Audacious
-Impious
-Perfectionist
-Known Stimulant user
-Blunt

Bio: Karna was born to a family that didn’t give a damn about him. Downtrodden and poor, he took to spending time with groups during his youthful age that gave him a reputation as a scrapper. A sub-par brawler. In these days Karna was picked up by an uncle so far removed he didn’t believe he was family. This Uncle took him away from his family and begun training him as a houndsmen. A hunter for the royal guard.

Removed from population and dropped in hazardous zones with little on him except his armour, his weapons and some notes - “Survive”. Karna’s uncle had a unique way of testing ability and mental strength. He would lace Karna’s food and drink with strong hallucinogenic while also making him drink a vial of strong hallucinogenic liquid before he was dropped off. If he could survive and use his skills while also being imcompacited by hallucinations, then he would be valuable everywhere he went.

After ten years with the guard, Karna joined two comrades of his as a tactical team. Their first mission together was a failure, at least that is what he was told as he was knocked out and awoke in the med-bay of his ship. Now he works with his comrades to find out what they can about the gods and why his people were part of a genocide.

Extra Info: Pseudo-Vampire: We take the appearance of a Vampire but we never actually died.
Physical Limits: We have significantly higher stamina than other species, but on average we're not stronger or faster.
Magical Limits: We have a difficult time harnessing the essence all around us. Instead we use highly advanced technology.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure [STEAMPUNK, SCI-FI, HIGH FANTASY}

Posted character in wrong spot,
Moved to proper location

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure [STEAMPUNK, SCI-FI, HIGH FANTASY}

I am interested.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

“I see the look in your eyes it makes me go blind.”

The whimsical vocals of Ruelle dance graciously through the void of silence, shattering it. She had a pleasantly melodic voice and a way in which she could conduct a crescendo that was simply marvellous and impactful to the song in its entirety. Syn had allowed such music to float through the stiffened air as his form reclined into the softened leather couch, left hand digits curled around a glass of Irish whiskey made by yours truly. With accents of oak, red wine and smoke and the undertones of plasma cascading through the amber liquid, he was quite proud of his creations and its taste.

Relaxed, calm contemplation expressed upon his visage as his eyes fell towards the ornate brass chandeliers and the ornate filigree that wove between each outward stem that was alight with softened amber hues, cascading light across the myriad of items in the bar. But he saw further, he focused on the shadows cast in opposition to the light, the constant cold touch of darkness that befell his innermost desires. He watched the shapes noticing the shadows touch upon every crevice creating a home for itself. A realisation bought forth a soft chuckle as his idle mind contemplated the metaphorical connection between Sabbat and their actions to that of the darkness in the crevices. They spread across this planet, finding corruptible spots and slowly from there they expand, a plague upon the planet.

Contemplative thoughts and relative silence were broken when the sound of heavy footfalls collide across smooth wooden steps, ascending. “Markus, was not expecting you.” Syn’s visage never pivoted from it’s position to see the violent canine as he ascended the steps. “You reek of blood and sulphur.” Syn spoke as the scent assaulted his nostrils, Markus had been in the throes of combat and yet the beast said nothing in response, not yet. Having finally ascended the steps, Markus Matthews relieved himself of his thick coat revealing black tactical vest and torn black button down. Black cargo pants and 511 tactical boots finished the attire of an imposing beast. Born not of kindred blood but that of Garou and danced the nine levels of hell Markus was a ‘fallen.’ With a grunt the brute ignored all sense of refinement and dragged a wooden chair to sit opposite the refined Lasombra Kindred. Straddling it front-to-back, Markus allowed his bulk to collapse upon the wood causing a hushed groan in protest from the wood. “I’ve been busy, The Sabbat have been busy.” He responded, accent thick with the articulations of a Scottish accent.

In response, Syn released a soft sigh before placing his drink down upon a drink stand beside him and rose from his position. “Drink?” He asks out of politeness; however, he knew the Scottish dog couldn’t say no to a single malt whiskey. Syn descended the stairs and towards the bar where sat upon the top due to his prior actions earlier in the evening sat a bottle of his small batch single malt. Taking the bottle and a Riedel crystal glass. Ascending the stairs once more, Syn’s voice rolled across the stifled silence. “What brings you here Markus.” Leaning forward upon the chair, Markus’ mahogany eyes shifted from art piece to art piece before returning towards Syn. “Every time I come here it seems as if your vanity grows, this whole business is a personal fuck fest to your ego.” He said with a wolfish grin revealing the wickedness that lay within. “Starting to think that you’d be better suited as a Sabbat bishop with the way you indulge.” The Garou continued to mock only to receive a narrowing of Syn’s eyes in return.

“I should tear out your tongue.” Syn responded with malice oozing from his mouth before placing the glass and bottle down upon a coffee table before Markus. Shifting to seat himself once more into his seat, more alert however than relaxed. “Now, why are you here Markus.” Markus who had taken the time to pour himself a reasonable glass of single malt felt it. The vitae infused dominance that exuded from Syn, a manipulation that was as subtle or as blunt as the man wielding it wished to be. “You can stop with that.” Markus responded coldly as mahogany eyes shifted to Syn’s own. “Word is that the Sabbat is encroaching on the territories here while they continue to war over San Francisco. I hear they are buying up blue collar businesses like butchers, deli’s and coffee shops.” He paused to inhale a large portion of the amber liquid in the glass which threatened to shatter in his inhumanely large hands. “Why are you telling me this?” Syn responded, fingers knitting together subconsciously within his lap. “They cannot afford a war here as they have in San Francisco.” Markus’ eyes shift towards his glass as a soft grin spreads across his lips. “No, but our Hive is looking to expand here, and you know our ties to the Sabbat.”

Syn understood now, Markus was alerting of a possible war between Garou and his kin bought about by the manipulations of the Sabbat. Perhaps there was still a reason he kept the fallen on his retainer. Leaning forward Syn looked Markus up and down. “I have sent my greeting cards to the Baron and a respected member of the Camarilla. I shall see what they know because I will not allow my new home to be accosted by the doomsday fanatics. If your kin arrive, then so be it but not under the manipulative hands of the Sabbat.” Syn snarled the final worlds as anger gave way from his usual stoic controlled dominance. “Find out what you can for me, look after yourself Markus.”

Finishing his drink, the bulking mass of muscle and ferocity that was the black spiral dancer rose from the seat quietly. “My life is not for living carefully but I will report once I know more.” With a two finger wave the goliath of a man descended the stairs, coat in hand and headed towards the rear exit of the Gallery.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Syn's first NPC character sheet has been added to Syn's character Sheet.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Going to be updating character sheet with an NPC later today.

World of Darkness: City of Angels

Name: Syn De Rais
Age: Resembling the age of twenty-six years of age by humanities standards, Syn’s actual age is long forgotten having been turned at the turn of the 13th century.
Species: Seventh Generation Cainite of Clan Lasombra.
Disciplines: Obtenebration, Dominate and Potence

Personality:

Beneath the façade of even temperament and intellectual resides the inner workings of a Machiavellian with sadistic desires. A firm belief in the theory of social Darwinism, Syn views himself as the apex of evolution and all creatures are beneath the feet of kindred, thus deserve to die – Horribly – and for his pleasure. Considered an Alpha personality, he conducts himself with a supernatural dominance and control. Considerable in his lifespan, He cared little for other clans often only caring to protect his own clan and bring glory to the Camarilla by any means necessary.

However, Syn has shown a softer countenance to those he would allow close enough to be considered friends and not food. Often providing advice through cryptic or intellectual puzzles and entering frays to protect them should he have too.
Syn’s bloodlust has ascended above those of the socially accepted norm. As such he has conducted acts of diablerie multiple times without remorse or care for the rules. Kindred, Human and Garou alike were all food sources.

Considering his dominant, sadistic and malicious personality traits, oddities have formed over his life in the form of obsessions. For kindred unable to bestow a cursory glance upon his own reflection, Syn spends considerable time and wealth to ensure that he is presentable to all audiences of Kindred and human populace at all moments of the day. His shirts must always be pressed, coat’s always neat and ties square with bronze pin and cuffs. Pedantic in the way he dresses reveals his biggest flaw – vanity.

Biography:

Turned one undesirable night, the kiss was intoxicating as much as the woman that relinquished his morality. Syn took her last name – De Rais. Under the cold, manipulative touch of Lady Vanessa, Syn, a humble vintner from the southern landscapes of France shed the radiance of humanity only to consume and be consumed by the loving caress of darkness. Lady Vanessa would be the first to show him a world of delight, desire of the macabre kind but would certainly not be the last.

Moving from estate to estate, Syn studied the lore of his new family. The histories of the kindred and their beliefs, it consumed him as much as the hunger did. At first, he hated it, the idea of kill or be killed remained steadfast in his core beliefs resulting in him often falling into ravenous starvation before he would begin to feed. Over time however he would begin to relish in the hunt – hand picking his victims like he would the grapes to make his wines.

The consummation of sanguine delicacies consumed him, the hunger controlled him and held its vice grip strong. A master of his silver tongue, manipulation and vanity his allure. His brand of intoxicating lust allowed him to sate his addiction, first with human women, then men, then children before it turned to the supernatural. Spiralling, he plummeted towards ground zero in which all addicts found themselves except when a helping hand reached out to save him from his personal hell he didn’t take it, instead he sunk his teeth in and drank it dry.
Lady Vanessa was the first, his first taste of kindred blood and its orgasmic taste bringing euphoria and for the first time in a long-time satisfaction to his desires. Faced with the repercussions of his actions Syn left France and circumnavigated his way across various countries. Settling only briefly, leaving destruction in his wake.

At current, Syn has settled into Los Angeles where he has returned to his youthful occupation after centuries except for making boutique small batch scotch instead of wine, which has bought him some form of fame and fortune for his skills. With a small bar called Gallery 66 which is where he conducts his business and sales of his small batches of scotch. On occasion he opens Gallery 66 to the larger populace for parties and upper-class raves in which he can conduct his empire’s expansion.

Markus 'Battlepaw' Matthews

Name: Markus ‘Battlepaw’ Matthews
Age: Appears Twenty Three, Recorded Age is Fourty-One.
Species: Garou – Black Spiral Dancer
Appearance: Standing Six foot, nine inches tall Markus is of imposing height matched with a large rugged physique matched with extensive muscular growth bringing with it a hulking upper. Markus’ form is best described as a professional powerlifter at peak performance. Coupled with dark mahogany eyes, short cut beard and moustache and silver slithers of various scars that riddle neck and right side of his face. He exuded an aura best described as ‘fuck off.’
Personality: Markus is Cunning, Manipulative, Loyal, Blunt and very Hostile.
Biography: Markus is tied to Syn via a deal made in his weakest hour. Syn helped cover his breach of the veil during a frenzy – even black spiral dancers followed that Litany rule. Prior to this event Syn knows nothing of Markus’ history which is out of mutual respect. Markus has been a spy for Syn in the workings of the Sabbat, having formed a connection with the Hive in San Francisco which is a current warzone. Markus comes to Gallery 66 often to inform Syn of Sabbat movements and possible dealings in Los Angeles.
Markus also does Syn’s ‘dirty work’ on occasion finding Syn those he requires to kill, maim or simply intimidate in order to expand business by corrupting or conducting smear campaigns on other breweries and companies often ran by the Sabbat.

The Rhythm of the Night

Chewing subconsciously upon his pen cap, Alexander remained in intense focus not even noticing his rough top knot had fallen to pieces allowing strands of his smooth onyx locks to cascade upon his face. He was lost to another dimension – He called it Pripyat – where the city was taken by the trees and no one else lived there. It was when he was there that he could focus on The Beat and his work. The idle pulsations of electronic music surging through his system. Back in the real world, Nicole his colleague had spent the last thirty seconds clicking her fingers next to Alexander’s ear to get his attention until finally she dips her fingers in his now disgustingly cold coffee before flicking the wet substance into his face. It caused Alexander Mitchells to startle from his thoughts, vision returning to the real world where he had idly been drawing on his pad rather than working on what he was meant too.

“It’s almost six o’clock Alex, go home.” Nicole, a youthful personal assistant always made sure Alexander looked after himself. He was always careless when it came to himself only work and making every opportunity his own mattered, it was his drive. A merit and a flaw. Sighing softly, he looked down at the completely ruined pen cap riddled with his teeth marks before picking it up and throwing it towards his trash can which comically had a basketball hoop attached to it – always the child. Standing upright he felt multiple joints crack and adjust to new weight applied to them once more directly causing a satisfied groan of pleasure to part his lips. Folding his notepad over and throwing it into his drawer before picking up his keys, key card and phone he began to leave.

Taking one last look over his office, the centre of his empire as he called it looked beautiful and clean. Nicole had done well to train him out of his messy habits, his mother would be oh so proud. Satisfied with his achievements today Alex would flick his wrist causing all lights to shut off simultaneously while all doors would lock themselves with magnet technology. “I need a drink.” He says to the resounding ‘silence’ around him. He hadn’t heard true silence in months, not with the constant music playing within his cranium. He felt at first, he was at an unrelenting cacophonous rave, but he noticed that depending on mood and motion, the soundtrack to his day would shift slightly to coincide. He was the star of his own movie with his own soundtrack.

Deciding he needed a drink, he knew of only one place to go. It was a boutique borderline dive bar in the lower part of the metro wedged between two apartment complexes. Oddly enough these complexes were uniquely different one for the wealthy and one for the well… poor. It amused him to see the dynamic there and honestly, he preferred the relaxed atmosphere comparable to the upmarket sophisticated shark tanks he was socially required to attend every now and then. He hated the upper class, loved the money but hated the people. He contemplated all of these thoughts as he casually exited the building, stopping briefly to grasp his full face matte black helmet with tinted visor and black protective jacket.

Exiting the building, almond coloured iris’ cast across the underground carpark to find only his prized vehicle left in its place. The Yamaha YZF-R1 in custom onyx with metallic Byzantium purple tint stood proud and clean. He hoped it was a lovely night to ride.

The sound of his modified exhaust rumbled loudly echoing across buildings as he let his baby run as she was intended too. A cursory glance at his speedometer would reveal he was rushing through empty streets at 120 MP/H and he loved it. He loved the sound that rumbled through the engine between his legs while it amalgamated with the Beat. It psyched him up. Taking a left turn, Alex decreased his speed as he approached the carpark of the cheaper apartment block. Ignoring the spots, he rode his bike up the pathway and parked it across from the unkept excuse for a garden. He was here every so often to visit Glenn. His weed was some of the best he had toked and occasionally he had some fucking rock solid MDMA tabs. Was also talented in the arts too, perhaps he would commission a peace for his office.

Turning off his bike with but a look at the ignition switch he kicked the stand and locked her in place. Taking off his helmet slowly before placing it upon his seat. His hair was slightly damp, and it clung to his face, but that ride was worth it. Unzipping his protective coat as he walked across the garden path that was overrun with grass and weeds towards the bar. Removing his coat, Alexander’s attire looked rather plain. He preferred conventional over extravagant. He wore a three-quarter sleeved black button down into black slacks and black oxford shoes. A brown leather banded watch with a patina upon it’s face resided on his left wrist – a gift from his father. Pushing open the door slowly allowing his eyes to adjust while a smile crept upon his lips. She was here. “Hello munchkin.” He calls out coolly towards the bartender – Jennie Yates. They knew each other from collage but hadn’t seen each other since she dropped out. Taking a seat at the bar, fingertips patting Glenn’s shoulder in greeting as he does so. “I’ll take a pale ale if you’ve got any and your number.” He said with a wink, obviously falling into previously jovial jokes. “Kidding, it’s nice to see you though.”