Name: Tanza<br/>Age: 76 (equivalent to 29 in his race's lifetime)<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species: Anthro Saurian<br/>Appearance: his scales are a metallic grey (a natural defense to discourage predators from attacking), he bears pale blue eyes, there are small spines that from along the left and right side of his jaw and some that run across the back of his head. A set of black feathers run from the top of his head down to the base of his neck, deceiving from the fact he has a series of smaller spines that run under the feathers.<br/>City status: Mercenary Infiltrator<br/>Abilities:<br/>- He has the abnormal ability that allows him to retract his spines a great deal into his skin, allowing for more aerodynamic and “non-threatening” look to him.<br/>- Much like a chameleon, Tanza can blend completely into his environment, only on a much more detailed scale. His stealth armor only adds to it.<br/>- Tanza has perfect eyesight, able to perceive great distances and see in the dark without the aid of technology.<br/>Personality (optional): He is a mild mannered fellow at most times when there is nothing pressing him at the moment. When in stressful situations, he will usually try one of two things. He will either try to escape with his life by running, or he will attempt to negotiate his way out. Despite his rather provoking appearance, he is a kind and gentle male most the time and it take quite a bit to get on his nerves. If he views you as a threat, he will not hesitate to either detain or kill you if he must.<br/>Orb: Ice-like blue in color with a dull black energy emanating from within.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A silhouetted figure sat under a large out cropping of rock, it form obscured by shadows. To the average who would have even made glance in the figure's direction, they would find nothing as the figure in question was perfectly blended into its environment, as if the figure was one with the cliff face that it rested against.<br/><br/>Tanza slowly stired from his rest as a distant screeching of metal on metal. He opened his eyes when the sound ceased, his nocturnal eyes instantly adapting to the shadows. Now fully awake, the ragged texture of rock remaining on his scales as well as his stealth armor as he rose from the rough floor. He glared in discontent toward the source of the sound, scanning the region until he found a parked train.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Strange...why would one be stopped out here?</span><br/><br/>Tanza thought to himself, multiple situations and possible outcomes crossed his mind as he did so. Finally he found an incentive that he just couldn't pass. With a low hum, he retrieved his twin daggers and and attached them to his armor and leppt from the outcropping, sprinting toward the train before it could start moving again.