<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AYuJl9p7-M/UfDarLdC7cI/AAAAAAAAgoA/KQ0by-BASao/s1600/Colin+Wayne_mgi6f5DTJz1qk5bhro1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abaddon, Dark Prince of Destruction (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10599891#msg10599891)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Damien Arasi<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa (http://www.ageha.com/equipment/floor.html)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In picture<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"And I like breaking things," he retorted easily enough, something they both knew to be true. It wasn't perhaps something he truly had wished to do while he was here tonight, but when in Rome...<br/><br/>"You're speaking to me<em>Luca</em>," he put extra emphasis on the mans name without the 's' thrown in at the end, "not to some random nobody in here who fawns after you. I talk to frequently and have known you for longer, so please, spare me the vainity." He may not believe in being rude, but he didn't believe in avoiding the truth or kissing someone's ass either. Presented with an either or situation, he would take brutal honesty and risking being rude over the latter any day, any time. "So if you're looking for someone to feel honored by you showing them attention," he pointed past the two of them over to a group of people who were staring very hungrily and intently in their direction, "then I suggest you move over to that group over there."<br/><br/>Probably because he preferred it to be always about work around his 'brothers,' they weren't exactly trustworthy and rarely were they pleasant, he shrugged in response however, "I never said one way or the other. By all means, if you want to drink with me, drink with me, but don't expect to keep up with me, I've yet to meet anyone who can keep up once I get going."