Tyrell Nyugen
"Oh my Jesus! Misery!", Tyrell mumbled under his breath as he awoke. He pulled his head up and slowly moved his power ranger sheets off of him. He had went to bed late last night despite knowing he had to wake up for the treaty. Like usual he made his way to the door slow and dreadful as he opened the door. Misery's red hair was all over her face. "Misery, why do you look like you just got in a fight with your hair dresser?" He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded his head as he made his way to the bathroom.
As he brushed his teeth he pondered on the treaty. Hopefully no one would break it. He had never been a negative person but he would have his ears raised for any sort of rotten plotting. He had no hatred for any particular gang but a very loyal bullet. So he guessed he sort of had a vendetta towed all the other gangs. He had little trust for anyone besides his gang. It took him a while to trust anyone besides Misery.
He walked to his closet, tooth brush in mouth, and Deodorant in hand. He opened the closet door and thought of what to wear. Maybe his usual purple suit that he happened to have about 10 off and his purple shoes. He quickly dressed himself as he made his way back into his bathroom. Tyrell put away his brush and deodorant as he made his way past Misery. "So what's for breakfast?" He flashed his teeth at Misery.