<div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/ikusamegamizero/Abiruusu_Kassere.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Jared Orian</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Where:</strong>City streets, then underground.<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>alone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jared walked slowly through the infested streets of Lindon, looking around at just how disgusting, dirty, and overrun with population that the entire place was. He didn't know much about the Gangs in the city other then the one that he was being drafted into, as well as one other gang of rather severe relevance to his life, but he was quickly starting to learn that the gang who ran this particular part of the city didn't seem to care very much about things like sanitation or taking care of their population. Then again, considering how quickly the races in this area were able to reproduce, perhaps that was actually a positive thing. It was an infestation the likes of which he had never seen before in his life, and he felt like a fish out of water in this area, without question. He had found himself roaming the streets for a few hours before the actual heist began, simply trying to get a bit of 'fresh air' before going down into the tunnels and clear his head.<br/><br/>He spied one of his allies having lunch before catching a Fae pickpocket, unsurprising to see one of her kind lost to poverty and condemned to pickpocketing out here. Most of her kind that left the city of shadows were either drafted into a gang because of their immensely powerful magic of deception, or if they didn't have the same kind of power that more influential or talented Fae did, they were stuck out on the streets with no money to their name and no skills with which to get a proper job. That was the unfortunate situation of Fae, since they had their own self-sustained society and rarely left it, and those who did would quickly find out that their currency was outright rejected by the city at large. The worst part of all was that Fae who left the city were never allowed to return, due to the belief that a Fae should be proud of her homeland and wish to remain in the comfort of their own home forever. They were a very 'inside club' so to speak, and they didn't appreciate the idea of people thinking that the grass was greener on the other side.<br/><br/>The grass, however, was most certainly NOT greener on the other side. At least the female Fae had access to their magic of illusions and hallucination, male Fae had no magical powers whatsoever and were even more condemned to a life of poverty then their female counterparts... Female Fae were also exceptionally beautiful as well, so there was always prostitution to fall back on... Another rather commonplace sight, and because of that, the outside world often perceived the Fae as petty pickpockets and whores, never knowing the graceful and artistic city that had sealed itself off from the rest of the world and lived in isolation.<br/><br/>Jared was secretly thankful towards Jack for being somewhat gracious towards the Fae, and before he could allow himself to think about it anymore, he turned around and started to walk away. This, however, brought him bumping into the chest of a hammered Minotaur who he hadn't noticed until now. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Jared jolted, quickly moving to the side in order to simply walk away. "I'm sorry." The drunk Minotaur, however, didn't seem particularly pleased with Jared's answer. He reached out and quickly grabbed the man's slender wrist with a strong and forceful grip, one that would lock any other person down for at least a few moments. Jared, however, while not as physically strong as some of the other gang members, had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Don't you just walk away from me!." Jared simply shut his eyes and shook his head, wishing that he didn't have to do this. It always frightened him in a way that no other person could understand, not because he feared his powers, but because anybody could be watching.<br/><br/>Jared seemed to completely vanish, almost dissolving into the wind itself and leaving no trace of him behind. The Minotaur, obviously and rightfully confused, opened his hand and inspected it, looking around the area in front of him with a rather dumbstruck look in his eye. "Wh... what was that?"<br/><br/>Jared would reappear a few streets away, sighing gently as he continued his trip down the road. This time, however, he would make sure that he watched where he was going.<br/><br/>...............................................<br/><br/>A few hours later and Jared was at the predetermined meeting point in the tunnels, trying his best to simply breathe as he thought about the heist that he and his comrades were about to perform. By this point, he was terrified by the idea of fighting, mostly because he was putting his own life on the line, and he would have to kill others as well. Still, the time was now, and he had to step up and fight if he wanted to ever get out of this dreadful situation. Pulling out his lone handgun, he took in a deep breath and gripped it tightly, thinking that he was prepared as he ever was to get this counter-heist underway.<br/><br/>He waited for somebody else to lead the way though, obviously.