"I can't help but wonder if this was the smart thing," a rather un-human individual sighed. Leaning back on a chair, tapping his reptilian claws on a nearby wall, he shrugged. "Well, too late now. And I really need the cash." Looking at his eyes, it's difficult to tell if he has yellow irises that expand so far that you can't see the whites of his eyes, or if he had no iris and instead just had a slit pupil in a completely yellow eyeball. With his reptilian tail, angular face, and the quite visible crest sticking out of the back of his head in the form of frills fanning out to the sides, it was quite clear that he is far from human. With a lithe build, this man, a 'proud' member of the race known as the Argonians (yes, like the race from Elder Scrolls), is not exactly all that threatening to look at. that is, if you aren't intimidated by a lizard alien. Absent-mindedly picking at a loose red scale on his arm, visible through one of the slits in the sleeves of his gray top, he grumbled about shedding skin soon. There were three slits on either sleeve of his top, to allow room for the spikes peeking out of is flesh. For the most part, his scales were red, with sweeping lines of brown on his face. His pants, or rather the equivalent of them his race generally wears, were loose on his legs (making it difficult to determine how well-built they are), brown in color. Wrapped around his waist was a pair of crossed belts, both black. On one belt was a generic silvery buckle, while the other was made of a reddish metal and was forged in the shape of a claw mark on top of a rectangle. As for his feet, the raptor-like feet were covered by little more then a pair of gray bands that protect his heel. Surprisingly for such a reptilian individual, his speech is only rarely hissed, and that's just when he's agitated.<br/>There was suddenly a loud growling noise, at which he groaned. "Ugh, wish I had money to buy something to eat," he complained, drooping in depression.