Name: Garuda<br/>Skin: Dark red<br/>Height: 6'4"<br/>Build:  Muscular, but not too much<br/><br/>Garuda's face is set stern, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.  The memories of his past are blurred.  All he knows is that the world he once knew, including his family, is now gone, replaced by a concrete jungle.  Now he lives alone, like a stray in the night stealing whatever he can to survive, sleeping encased within a stone prison, in some secluded warehouse or sewer during the day.  His days are filled with sadness and loneliness, that is until tonight...<br/><br/>Breaking free from his forced slumber, Garuda begins another tiresome night.  "Damn, I'm so hungry..." he mumbles in response to his grumbling belly.  He pokes his head out of the shipment container and to see if the coast is clear.  Confirming that it is he sprints under the cover of shadow towards the dock's nearest crane.  With inhuman agility he ascends to the top and without a second thought, he leaps off.  If one were to watch, they might assume a naked man was committing suicide; his wings and tail though could not be so easily explained.  Gliding through the cool night sky was the only thing that gave him any sort of peace, but first things first.  He spots an apartment with lights on, but what really catches his attention is the scent of the smoking grill.  He quickly descends, landing silently on the deck.  "Hmmm, so what's cookin'", he mutters, opening up the grill with curiosity.