"Mr. Murdoc." another lackey called, holding two different dry cleaned suits.<br/><br/>"Oh yea, let's go with the jade." He gestured to an elegant 3 piece suit. He had since retreated to his own devices after cleaning up a muckjob's mess. Clean, and minus the stench of alcohol, Manson was getting ready to make his appearance at a afterhours club he owned. Standing before a vanity mirror he casually popped open a bottle of pills, his woman paying him gratuitous attention as he plopped them down. He had a constant need to consume, from energy, to emotion, whatever fueled his ability to perform alchemy with his body. The door shut as he had his carnal way. Within hours, Manson Murdoc; known as Grimm in the criminal underworld due to his demonic appearance in his diamond carbonized form. "The Ultimate Shield" was his nicknamed spoken of those who crossed him. He chuckled at the thought as someone called out to him from the VIP dancefloor. He tipped his glass in their general direction as he occasionally plucked an apetizer on the table before him. It was tedious work, staying in one spot as his men paid tributes and respects, both monetary and in completion of tasks.