<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Scion%20game/Abranbanner.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Abran Izquierdo<br/><strong>Scion of:</strong> Miclantecuhtli<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Izquierdo INC. Private Quarters, no one allowed in.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tailored Business Suit (http://www.martinfrost.ws/htmlfiles/may2008/business_suit.jpg)</div><strong>Time of day:</strong>Early Morning.<br/><hr/><br/>This city never stopped, the people always going and moving. It made him sick, sick on how they just went along with their pathetic lives, Abran wished to destroy that. Letting out a ragged sigh the withered old man sat down in his chair, strumming his thin fingers along the expensive leather detailing. In order to get what he wanted though, he needed to take care of those that dared to face against him.<br/><br/>But it wasn't like they had a chance, no not at all he thought. Hearing a faint hiss, Abran looked over at his only companion, the cobra curled up on his desk always on the watch, always ready to strike. Smirking his wrinkled flesh became even more distorted, his sunken eyes gazing out the large window his office had.<br/><br/>The perfect view of the city of Lafayette the one place in the world were hardly anyone would notice his subtle crimes, crimes that most people in Louisiana tended to ignore. Missing prostitute, pets, and even the occasional nun to help in his blood sacrifices. Soon everyone would know, know how the world truly worked, know who really ran things, know his real power...<br/><br/>Already his influence was taking root in the Parish, crime had gone up in the last few months by sixty percent. Once people saw how much power his words had over the weak minded they would all bow to him, they would all acknowledge him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Finally he would have the recognition he so greatly deserved.  </strong><br/><br/><strong>For this, this was an direct challenge to the gods themselves.</strong><br/><strong><br/>Let them try and stop him, let them send their dear children to face him.</strong> </div><br/>Turning away from the window Abran looked at the poor man chained to the wall, his arms slashed opened and blood steadily pouring down, down into the large bucket perfectly placed to catch the precious liquid. "<em>You tried... You failed... How your father Zeus must be ashamed... But have no fear, your suffering will soon be over."</em>His voice was barely above a whisper and the sound thick with a Spanish accent.<br/><br/>Standing up he moved over to the struggling Scion, chuckling in dark amusement he picked up his weapon the blade briefly catching the dim light in the room. Without warning Abran swung with strength that didn't seem possible, severing the man's arm off easily and begin laughing manically as the blood splattered. How wonderful the blood looked, the red crimson glimmering as it pooled under the helpless body.<br/><br/>Dipping his hand into the warm liquid, Abran lifted his soaked arm high above his head. Calling out and chanting he was completely focused, ignoring the screams of pain and anguish from the man. This was to be the sacrifice for his father tonight, this once proud champion of Zeus now a withering simpleton.<br/><br/><em>"Por el bien de todos..."</em>