<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MvzAy.jpg?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Izzyra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gehenna Upper Level<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>The Necromancer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Half walking, half skipping through a barely lit alleyway, Izzyra headed towards the secret door that she'd been told about, all giddy and excited at the prospect of a night out in a super-chic club. She'd never been to one of those yet, she'd only been to the cheap ones that everyone else went to, so it felt like a very special occasion. Supposedly, there was even going to be some sort of employment opportunity or something, which could be pretty cool depending on what it was. So far, the young familiar had gotten by on performing fire tricks in the streets for tips, but it hardly even netted her enough to cover the cost of living in a cheap one room apartment. A better paying job wouldn't be a bad thing as long as it wasn't boring.<br/><br/>After a little bit of searching, Izzy found the green dumpster with the three big vertical scratches and the golden graffiti that she'd been told to look out for. When she went to push it out of the way, she was a little bit surprised to find out that it moved very easily, almost as if it was floating on a paper-thin cushion of air or something. Two or three rats scurried away from behind it, the sudden noise startling her for just a moment before she realized that it was nothing. Smirking at her own silliness, Izzy coiled her tail around the handle of the worn metal door which had been concealed by the dumpster and pulled it open before moving inside with a twirl.<br/><br/>"Whoa!" she exclaimed after hopping into Gehanna's pocket dimension, feeling weird and tingly all over in a strangely good way.<em>I wanna do that again!</em>she thought to herself, pivoting around swiftly only to realize, to her mild disappointment, that there was only a solid wall behind her now. By the time that she turned back around to face the club's interior, everything had gone pitch black so that Izzy couldn't really see anything, although she could hear all sorts of loud noises; shouting, fighting, maybe gunshots.<em>Umm, oops, did I trip over the power chord or something?</em>she wondered feeling around blindly before remembering that she could create her own lighting.<br/><br/>Izzy took a deep breath and brought her palm up before breathing a bright lance of fire into it, but instead of dying immediately afterwards, the fire spun and swirled until it formed a burning sphere which she could use as a lamp. It<em>should</em>have been bright enough to cast light in a radius of seventy or eighty feet at least, but currently it was only allowing her to see maybe five feet around her at most, which was a pretty good clue that something odd was going on.<br/><br/>Curious to find out what was going on, Izzy took a few cautious steps forward, soon coming up on a man lying on the ground. Maybe he was drunk or too tired from dancing?<br/><br/>"Hi mister!" Izzy exclaimed cheerfully, glad to have finally run into somebody at least. "What's up with the blackout and the noise? I'm Izzyra by the way, but my friends call me Izzy. Well, I don't actually have any friends yet, but I'm pretty sure that's what they'll call me 'cause that's what I call myself in my head, you know? But you can call me Izzy if you want." She blurted everything out really quickly before taking another little step towards the man, getting close enough so that her light revealed his mangled legs (explaining why he was lying down). "Oh, you're bleeding. Are you, umm...okay?" Izzy didn't really know how to deal with something like that. First aid was unfortunately not amongst the talents that she'd learned yet during her short existence, and the darkness would make it hard to find help, so she wasn't sure what to do. Maybe the man would tell her.