<strong>Name;</strong>Arioch<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>A cloud of seemingly jumbled nonsensical energy phased through one of the walls of the hall.  It was amorphous, ever-changing, and emitted a slight crackling sound which reverberated through the nearby area.  It soon began to shape into a more or less humanoid silhouette until with a small explosion of darkness, a form was left in its wake.  Skin of red and veins crackling with yellow energy adorned his body.  Grey spines lined his shoulders and arms with two grey horns adorning his head.  His eyes were nothing but yellow pools of sinister light.  Each hand had long thin fingers tipped with slightly curved claws.  They hung at his side almost leisurely as he almost began to gracefully float across the floor with his feet.  His lower body was obscured by a dark skirt-like fabric stained with blood.  He regarded no one.  Not yet.  He was not sure what to make of the place yet, so he simply observed.<br/><br/>Arioch could send the power of each presence in the area.  Some rivaled his own though with their own unique flavors.  Others seemed to be far advanced.  One such emitted the almost palatable energy of lust which he mentally scoffed at.  Lust was ultimately born of beauty which he knew to be yet another of life's illusions.  It faded over time which is why he always enjoyed partaking in pleasures of the mind.  Control, restraint, power, discipline.  Those were all far better than the simple pleasure of flesh.<br/><br/>Amidst his own thoughts, Arioch failed to notice the small shadowy figure peer from behind him.  A phantasm.  They'd grown more frequent as of late, and they always seemed to show up at the wrong time.  It slipped away from him to find someone unsuspecting to meddle with, chuckling in a rather sinister fashion as it dashed from shadow to shadow.