Snippet #2679241

A young man in a black leather ensemble strode across the street, smoking a cigarette with his hands in his pockets. A long silver chain hung off his belt over his right thigh, and attached to the lowest loop was skull wrought of steel. A necklace with a long canine tooth wrapped around his neck, and his amber eyes burned with energy. His expression however, was one of boredom. Nothing fun had happened for him since moving to this sleepy town of losers and lacklusters, and he was getting tired of it.

This mans name was Marcus, and that was synonymous with trouble. He glanced around the streets looking for something to do, a bit of mischief to get into.