Kuragari Wrote:Name: Asriel
Gender: Male
Race: Goat Monster
Appearance: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GQwmPOybcAA ... =4096x4096
Bio: Born an orphan on the meanstreets, he got taken in by one of the younger street gangs where he learned all the skills one needs to know to survive. And to thrive, as he's managed to do so as the years went by and he reached adulthood. In his teen years he found a wicked ass katana, some cyber-nano think that proved to save his life on more than a few occasions. His day as a gang member are behind him, nowadays he's a merc for hire who does his best to look at the bright side of things. Even if the bright side is still face first in the grime and muck of the streets.
You'd never been to this particular night club before, but as you entered, it seemed much the same as any other. The lights were dark to make the flash of neon light more disorienting while the sound was loud enough that you'd practically need to shout to be heard by someone right next to you. You'd been given rather strange set of instructions to find your sponsor for this next job but that was par for the course with people trying to do things in secret.
Walking up the the bar, you ordered the drink. Cockatrice's Glare wasn't even on the menu, so such an order should have been pretty uncommon, but once you ordered, you turned your head to reveal the stud in your left ear. The tiger handed put down a napkin and prepared your drink, and when you grabbed it, you felt something folded into the napkin. Heading to the back, you pulled out the keycard and used it to enter one of the private rooms. It was a rather tight room three quarters of which was taken up by an elevated dance floor with only a small table tucked in the nearest corner only big enough to fit two or three people to enjoy the show. Looking about, it appeared your host wasn't yet here.