(( Sorry for the long post. You can ignore it if you want since it's a prelude ))<br/><br/>A guy goes up to the counter and asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender obliges.<br/>"Mmm, this is good, best beer I've ever had." He says in delight as he sips his glass, "Actually I'm just glad to be alive right now."<br/>The bartender looks at him curiously.<br/><br/>"I was up a few towns away, near Armedle. I was visiting a bar there. Now this bar...is full of real low-lives." He says a little loudly.<br/>Those nearby turn there heads in interest to what's going on.<br/><br/>"So I'm sitting there, and in walks this kid. A kid! Just walks right in like he owns the place. And nobody knew quite what to make of him or quite what to think. There he was, and in he walked. He was dark too...and I don't mean dark skinned. No this was different, it was if he was always walking in a shadow. I mean every step he took towards the light, just when you thought his face was about to be revealed...it wasn't. It was if the light dimmed just for him."<br/><br/>One of the customers whispers a joke about what was just said and they all laugh in an uproar.<br/><br/>The guy pretends to ignore them and continues on. "So this guy takes a seat at the bar and asks the bartender for a sodapop then sits back down and says nothing.<br/><br/>"A sodapop? At a bar?" The bartender says questionably.<br/><br/>"Then all of a sudden the twat spoke. Started whispering in the ear of the bartender, and you know he was talking business because whatever he said upset the bartender. Especially when he mentioned some word that I don't quite remember. Oh he said something like saigra or arc. Not sure what."<br/>The rest of the people in the bar are now listening intently to what this guy has to say.<br/><br/>"Well whatever he said upset the bartender plenty. Oh, and some of those unsavory characters I was telling you about, they got pissed too. Started pulling guns and knives and what have you starting some shit! Now the stranger bolts right out of his chair like you wouldn't believe, he grabs his coat and dives right in the middle of the room! Just dives right in! Now I don't know what he does on that floor, but he's up in two shakes, his suitcase is wide open and he pulls God-knows-what out of it, but it's the biggest hand cannon I've ever freakin' seen!" The guy pauses for a moment as if recalling memories of people that were killed after that. "And that was just the beginning."<br/><br/>At this point the bartender is anxious to know more. "You stood there while this whole thing was going down? You didn't run for cover or join in?"<br/><br/>"I was frozen stiff." He replies, "All I could do was watch this...thing--tear the place apart! I mean it was amazing! Cut-throat scumbags were coming out of the woodwork and dying much deserved deaths. It was judgment night in that place." He takes another sip of his drink as he tries to recall the events that happened next. "So he grabs one of these guys. . .the only one that's still breathing. He starts getting information outta him. I just knew by the whispering and all. This guy was giving up all the goods. Spilling his guts, confessing the world. He told the stranger everything."<br/><br/>"Everything?" says the bartender, feeling a bit uneasy. Everyone in the room was quiet as they leaned their heads in closer to hear better.<br/><br/>"Can I get a cleaner glass? This one's dirty." The guy says as he puts his glass down and pushes it towards the bartender.<br/>"Forget you, man. It's the cleanest one I got." The bartender says as he takes the guys glass and washes it some more. After a thorough cleaning he sets the glass down and pours the guy another drink.<br/><br/>The guy takes a large sip from his cleaner glass and resumes. "So anyway without warning, without any hint or preview. The stranger whips around and sees...me."<br/>"You saw his face?" The bartender said with surprise.<br/>"His face? No. His eyes."<br/>"And he didn't do anything to you?"<br/>"Not really 'cause he turned his attention back to the guy on the floor. The stranger shot him, walked over to the bartender, paid, and left."<br/>"So the bartender lived? Hehehe, the bartender never gets killed." The bartender says as he gives out little chuckles.<br/>"But as the stranger neared the door....no man, the bartender got it worst than anybody." The guy says solemnly.<br/>The bartender pours another glass. "Here. This one's on the house. If you can remember his face." There was a tone of fear in the bartender's voice as he uttered those words.<br/>"Thanks, but no thanks." The guy said, "I'm clearing out of here boys, 'cause I think he's headed this way." The guy then finished up his drink and left.<br/><br/>Out the window could be seen a small figure, silhouetted by the blazing sun.<br/><br/>(( Not sure what this character will be like, but it most definitely won't be as you imagine. This prelude does little to reveal my character's personality. Okay here's a clue. He has multi-personalities. That's all your getting out of me. Oh and he's human. ))