[i]An Intro (Can't think of a better title) | 1700 hours. [/i] ///////////////////////////////////////////////////// [i]Nothing came from the darkened halls of the Bloodwrath near the Imperium camp, until footsteps echoed off the walls, a man spoke, insert all the usual introductory, dark and grim bullshit. In truth, the man made everything in the area just a tad bit livelier. He was the one man on the Bloodwrath who didn't seem like he was obsessed with murder and edginess, despite his all black armour under a light-tan shirt, and a pair of simple jeans. He wore full armour beneath the outfit, helmet and all. At his hips, a pair of pistols. On his back, a DMR and a Gladius sword. On his helmet, nothing but a white screen over the rest of the all black suit. He strolled through the Bloodwrath and her inner workings merrily. It seemed he wasn't in the mood to put up with people's shit, considering the fact he looked at an approaching Tyranid, simply said "no," and continued on his merry way. Vasquez was here, shit was going to be fun. [/i] ((Open)) ((And since everyone's characters seem like they have an obsession with death, here's an upbeat character))