A deep sigh escaped his lips as he stared into the face of the would be mugger.  Eyes carved from a distinctive grey looked into the other mans cold and now dead blue eyes as the eye lids closed.  Such a pitty.  He would have thought the man would have lasted longer then that.  With a bored shrug, he pushed the body of the larger man away from him.  Though Tripp Kenzler was no small man himself at being 6'1" and 200+ pounds of muscle, he was dwarfed by the would be assailent.  It was enough to get a hard on, hearing the sweet snaping sound of the other mans neck and then the wonderful thud of his bulk smacking the pavement.  He let out a sadistic grin as he walked out of the ally way.<br/><br/>No one would really expect that the 19 year old was a murderer, but, then again, no one lives to tell the tail when they find out that paticular secret.  A master of the Filipino martial art Eskrima, he fights dirty and doesn't give any would be attacker a chance.  He is also convinced that he has a sort of 'sixth sense' and can tell when someone wishes him harm and right now, that sense was going off.<br/><br/>He looked to be your average, collage student, with a black t-shirt from the band 'Smile Empty Soul' on it.  He was also wearing a pair of old, faded, ripped jeans as well as an old pair of combat boots.  A guitar case could be seen in his left hand, being the item of interest that the mugger had wanted.  A thin piece of lether was tied around is neck with the kanji symbol for 'Love' on it.  His black hair was a bit on the shaggy side and trimming his goatee a little bit wouldn't kill him.