[Faded Hero]

*sits in a darkened room, with stale air barely whispering around his light gray duster jacket, his blood red hair close cropped on the sides sticks up in a spike style while the collar hides his jawbone and mouth. His eyes would be visible except that his black rim glasses with jet black lenses are masking them, hiding the window to the soul inside. As he sits on the empty wooden box he shifts slightly to alleviate a dull throb in his leg. He brushes his black slacks, loosely fitting made of a very fine yet heavier cloth, removing the dust that accumulated on it. He glances to the side towards the opened door and moves his hand up slowly to shift his glasses further back toward his eyes as he sees the Godfather and his mistress enter the room. A simple twitch from his leg muscle eases him up from his seated position into a graceful stand, hands at his sides yet in easy reach of either the guns holstered inside his lower jacket or the twin kodachi hidden inside his sleeves. He gazes up at the two entering figures and moves slowly out so the moonlight streaming in from the small grime-caked window casts its pale light upon him, doing little to ease his otherworldly appearance or demeanor. When he speaks it is soft yet its his voice carries up thru the rafters and steals all other sounds that might have been whispering thru...*


"Have you need of me masters....."

*it was not a question, it was an offer. Such was his way with words.....*