Kirik

*He strode through the streets, cloak pulled firmly up. Blood stains his chest. Upon entering the human world, he had been attacked by 3 humans who had demanded his wallet. at first he had ignored them, but one of them had shot him. he glanced at his bloody shirt with distaste. they were all dead now, but he would still have to replace his shirt... his thoughts are interrupted that when he bumps into you as you step off of a bus* Watch yourself! *he huffs in annoyance* Out of my way!