<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather pants, Amon Amarth shirt, combat boots, black leather jacket with metal spikes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn, Open<br/><br/>Leaning back against the wall of the elevator Ragnar's foot taps impatiently. He always hated using these things, but there was no need to use the stairs was there? Instead his thoughts remained on things to look for in town. Books on mythology were a definite must, clothing? Not so much important as he had the clothes that he liked. If there was a shop that sold decent blades, it would be worth looking into. Though his stomach growled and Ragnar realized while the sausage he ate filled the dragon form up, human form needed more. Well they were going to eat lunch in town so he could wait, it wasn't like they were going to get into any fights.<br/><br/>The elevator dings and the door opens as Ragnar walks out and makes his way over towards the SUV that Autumn is standing by. Uniforms would be tricky... Everyone had their own style, but if they were to be a team... Some uniforms he had seen had a tendency to be outlandish even absurd. Like that one mutant... What was his name? Banshee? Green uniform with yellow wings attached. If that didn't make one a target, Ragnar had no clue what would. Plus it looked stupid... His boots thud against the floor as Ragnar walks on the concrete. His eyes look towards Autumn, "Is it bad when the older people, beat the younger boys and girls on a shopping trip?"