<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Boy's Locker Room Sept. 1st Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black muscle shirt, blue jeans, black combat boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Ragnar walked into the locker room and automatically hunted down a locker where he had an excellent field of vision. He knew that he didn't have to worry about being jumped while changing, but years of habit were hard to break. Stripping down he shoves his previous clothes into the locker before pulling the blue and gold uniform of the hanger. The other younger students saw the clothing and automatically thought about how cool they looked. When he looked at them he saw a clear target because the colors stood out way to much. For a person like Logan who could heal the damage as he took it, there was no worrying about being a target.<br/><br/>He was 25 years old but he had been a mercenary since he was 17 and the years of killing had changed him. His powers were awesome, but he still could be killed from a well placed shot. Muscles tensed and flexed as he pulled the form fitting uniform over his scared and inked flesh... Sitting on the bench he then pulls on the boots grimicing at the bright color.  Finally standing he zips the uniform up halfways as is his way... The zipper only goes all the way up when it was gametime...<br/><br/>Shutting the locker Ragnar heads out towards the danger room as his eyes go cold even as that time creeps closer and closer. Any trying to read his mind or his emotions would only find a deathly calm. His focus begins to narrow as he thinks about what he needed to complete the uniform...