<a class="postlink" href="http://i56.tinypic.com/10cmfqf.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name:Shiki Hikari<br/><br/>Age:21<br/><br/>Gender:Male<br/><br/>Species:Shapeshifter<br/><br/>Height:5, 4<br/><br/>Weight:145<br/><br/>Shifts:<a class="postlink" href="http://i56.tinypic.com/ngc31y.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/>Personality: Annoy me a tiny bit and your dead. Piss me off and your going to be tortured and wished you were dead.<br/><br/>History:Parents were murdered at a very young age. He doesn't remember them nor care about remembering them in the least.<br/>Shiki was brought up by the American Mafia, his ability as a shapeshifter had saved him from suffering the same fate as his parents.<br/>They trained him in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship and archery among many other things...such as bombs, since he was six.<br/><br/>Shiki had already graduated college and university and has a degree in engineering and physics and of course, economics.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>A cigarette sat in a dusty, dingy ashtray next to it's master, spitting out small puffs of smoke as it died out, slowly.<br/>A young man, no older then twenty one already had a new item between his lips, each exhale he took shifting a small amount of the drug out in to the air around him, then as he inhaled the drug entered in to him happily.<br/><br/>That cigarette, however, was also short lived as the man quickly stamped it's life out in the overly-full ashtray next to his right arm.<br/>He leaned back in the large, leather chair and breathed out a large stream of smoke...<span style="font-style: italic">so bored</span>....<br/><br/>Someone entered the room just then...and was promptly shot.<br/><br/>There were several gasps as the man slid to the floor, his blood already starting to pool out on the bright red, clean...well...not clean anymore, carpet.<br/><br/>The small group of men who had been behind the now deceased one ran out of the room.<br/><br/>A few moments later there was a shaky knocking at the door...<br/><br/><br/><br/>"...Enter."<br/><br/><br/>The men from before very calmly walked inside, stepping over the dead man's body.<br/>Though, they only seemed calm from the outside, the man sitting in the large chair by the window could already feel their tension. Poor babies didn't want to die. Hehe.<br/><br/>"W-we have news that the SG are staging a heist on one of our banks."<br/>The man in the chair tapped his gun against the armrest of his chair, plainly visible to the men standing behind him.<br/><br/>"!! S-si--!"<br/>The man tried to correct himself but he received a bullet to the face before he could finish the word that was way to late in the previous sentence.<br/><br/>The gun was upside down in the man's hand but somehow he had made the shot a perfect kill.<br/><br/>The other's behind him shuddered and he grinned at their reflections in the clear glass in front of him.<br/><br/>After several long moments the man started tapping his gun again, simple signal to Hurry the F*ck up.<br/><br/>One of the man stepped forward a heartbeat and spoke quickly.<br/>"Master Shiki, the SG are planning to move on Losse Street's bank at three PM tomorrow since their will be a large ice-storm caused by the---<br/><br/>Another gunshot halted the man's words, permanently.<br/>No one called him by his first name...or took so damned long to explain something so simple.<br/><br/>The remaining to men were literally trembling in their shoes.<br/><br/>"Get out."<br/>Shiki said distinctly.<br/>He heard the men turn and start running out and cleared his throat, stopping them in their tracks.<br/><br/>"Your forgetting someone's."<br/><br/>"Ah!...Y-y-yes s-sir!"<br/>They both said in unison and very quickly wrestled all three expired men out of the room and shut the door.<br/><br/>Great...he would need new carpets, again.<br/><br/>Oh well...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>*Beeeeeeeeeeeep*<br/><br/>It only took one ring for Shiki's eyes to open and his long arm to reach the top of the alarm clock, clicking it off.<br/><br/>The mafia boss sat up and scratched at a place under the covers. Then yawned openly before getting out of bed and quickly walking over to his large bathroom area.<br/><br/>Yes, it wasn't a room. It was it's own area.<br/><br/>There were two showers, two double sinks, and two large mirrors, one hanging above each.<br/><br/>The man showered extremely quick and was dressed in civilian clothes in a matter of ten or so minutes.<br/><br/>He wore a pair of black, lose pants with white designs on them in intricate patterns, along with a t-shirt that was connected so that the sleeve seemed cut until it was halfway down his arm. Around his waist was two belts, one held the same design as his pants, the other was pure black to match his shirt.<br/><br/>His hair was a blackish-gray and his eyes a faded maroon or brown, depending on his attitude. They were brown..for the moment.<br/><br/>Shiki was greeted by every single person that he passed, no matter how busy they were. Within a few minutes he was outside and walking towards Losse street.<br/>He didn't give a damn about walking in broad daylight, go ahead and take a shot at him, see how long you live.<br/><br/>The people who were planning to rob his bank weren't to high on his priority list. He had several ways to make money, legal and not...mostly not. However, he intended to visit the beech today. His limo pulled up to the curb near one of the best California beeches. Stepping out in to the light he stretched and stripped off his pants, revealing a black pair of swimming trunks.<br/>Then he tossed his shirt in the car, putting the guns in their as well. He wasn't afraid to go without them.<br/><br/>His eyes skimmed the sands for anyone out of the ordinary...anyone that could be useful to him and that wouldn't be missed, to much...