Eye For An Eye [ PRIVATE-TINA ]

It crunches, snaps and breaks by a single step of the feet. Dry leaves and chilling breeze, it was a good day to start something afresh from everything that has happened so far, from wars to battles, it was very tiring for everyone, especially those are involved in such cases, personal feuds affects quite a number of people as well. Well, it couldn't be blamed for how much that has been going on in such places, since it had always been like this, destruction, that happens just about everywhere for typical reasons such as 'peace' or 'protection'. What a laughter indeed, though it was never the time to talk about how the world works again, that HE had enough of it, from everything and would've preferred a rest from everything, just chill and relax, no explosions and blood spilling everyone, and in hopes of no one to provoke him, well, it would be some 'peace' we would have here.

A male figure across the grasslands, a rather tall being was sitting up against the grass with his crimson red eyes looking at trees, with silence that occurs in such places, a crutch can be seen held by his right hand, while it is tilted upwards, the balance was maintained by gripping it as he sat, much like hanging his arm over the handle of the crutch, it had a modernistic design, painted in black and red stripe that is visible in the center of the crutch, giving it a design that seemed rather fierce and intimidating at the same time. This was a type of design that the man favors, and you can't complain about it as well. His expression, the way his eyes had left a gap, staring off into the woods as if he had nothing better to do, locked into a deep thought wihout caring much what's happening around him anymore. Having the looks of an aggressor, he would care less than how others had judged him at this point, that this is how life really works, it spins all the time and even one is dead, it won't even stop spinning even a second, and him staring into boredom, won't affect how reality works in its way, no matter what happens, unless it is the annihilation of the earth, well, that would a big problem to sweat at, but it'll be a million years before shit truly happens.

Though, what really stands out was nothing more than his appearance, bright red hair just about as long as it can reach in neck length, while almost covering his eyes from sight, though that was never a problem since it never hindered his combat at all. Reflecting of his aggressive nature, unlike the past, it was brighter than usual, seemingly that the changes in his personality does reflect some changes in his physical characteristics. Before he set his sights in focusing in much of a brighter point of his goals, he thought nothing more than to become more powerful, so powerful that challenging him would become the most ridiculous thing ever, and fighting him would be a sin to everyone. He wanted that power, however, it was under the reason that he does not want to hurt anyone he cared, and if he has a complete control over his strength and power, he would break free from his fate, the darkness that ever consumes him, those beliefs was soon to be proven fake when he was defeated, after so much power he had gained, but because of those loss, it gave his mind a clear thought, a conclusion to his goals that if he can't protect the people he can't, then he'll just do what it is within his abilities, that death, is inevitable in the first place.

Wearing a bartender suit, it really sets quite an appeal to his appearance and mostly mistaken to be the man working in the bar, shaking a bottle and sliding you a drink like some gentleman, totally not his style, considering of his own temper, he doubted himself to be able to stay there in less than a few days wihout punching the lights out of someone's face. Sighing with boredom, this man was no one other than Sou Yuuki, with these obvious characteristics of a bounty, if he remembered from one of the paper he has gotten, while preferred to be brought back alive, bringing his hauled-ass head would seem to worth quite a bag of money to the Shadowfall, about 60 million yen if he remembered, though with all the plannings, a new life and the weapons he has constructed, making a guess that they would raise his bounty with how much power he has achieved at this point, even wihout powers, he was enough to pose a threat to the supernatural beings since he has his 'own way' to deal with them. Both brains and brawn, much like a walking weapon, one staredown with him would surely send someone's spine to shivers in timbers, but at this point, he would less likely care about anyone else anymore, only to think about his own to-do lists once he discharges from the hospital by next week after his wounds were about to complete its healing process.

If life was ever simple, he would've preferred changing himself for god's sake, really, but in the end, which path would he take? That left for wonders, brain running full of dramatic shit that it clogs up his thoughts, knocking the side of his head would spill out all the useless things and hopefully to be left with both of his footsteps intact. He would've gained an ally if he wanted to, but considering of his own personality and the way he works in his own style, Sou didn't really want any partnership going on or an alliance to be apart of, and prefer to stick to his own, trusts no one but himself, believe in himself and crush those who dares to stand in his way, or to attack the city before getting his own turn to do so, unfair indeed to attack something he should do, though in a second thought, did he really wanted to haul this city to shreds in the future or collaborate with the 'heroes' in this city to protect everyone? Well, being a good guy once in a while would be great, but at the same time, it doesn't really fit his style to fight with someone else's side. Either way, for now, he'll just keep everything to himself and hope for a solution to go through his mind wihout burning himself out just from thinking every shit he has to go through just to have a damned conclusion.

Placing his palm to his head and brushed his hair upwards, before staring off to the sky, only a word was echoed from his mouth, in a quiet whisper and a deep tone of a man, "Bored.."