Iku Dest
Iku was running, he didn't even know how he'd wound up at the local high school near his work but he quickly hid away. His long black locks of hair were drenched in blood, and his blood red head band was falling down as his long locks of hair moved over his face. His blood red eyes peering at them as he cleaned himself up as best as possible, he was glad leather didn't stain. He wore what appeared to be a fit leather suit to his body, his shoes were also his pants and his shirt. The only place it appeared to come off was a zipper down the back but that was covered with a blood red cloak. He quickly cleaned himself up, knowing that this last job had crossed a line. He hated his job, but not nearly as much as he hated himself. He knew he was too skinny, weighing a measly hundred pounds at a height of six feet, zero inches. Not only this but his skin was pale, even though this was his human-like form, his true form being a black dragon. Of course most humans wouldn't believe that, but what could he say? They were probably right that he was an abomination, having been created for destructive purposes by a mage practicing black magic and made into a slave for her. Underneath the leather outfit that went across his entire body including his hand were scars, tribal black tattoos, piercings which had been forced upon him. His left hand wasn't even there, but a claw made of metal in its place, of course he could move it just as a regular hand, he'd learned through magical means to do this years ago.
Iku was running, he didn't even know how he'd wound up at the local high school near his work but he quickly hid away. His long black locks of hair were drenched in blood, and his blood red head band was falling down as his long locks of hair moved over his face. His blood red eyes peering at them as he cleaned himself up as best as possible, he was glad leather didn't stain. He wore what appeared to be a fit leather suit to his body, his shoes were also his pants and his shirt. The only place it appeared to come off was a zipper down the back but that was covered with a blood red cloak. He quickly cleaned himself up, knowing that this last job had crossed a line. He hated his job, but not nearly as much as he hated himself. He knew he was too skinny, weighing a measly hundred pounds at a height of six feet, zero inches. Not only this but his skin was pale, even though this was his human-like form, his true form being a black dragon. Of course most humans wouldn't believe that, but what could he say? They were probably right that he was an abomination, having been created for destructive purposes by a mage practicing black magic and made into a slave for her. Underneath the leather outfit that went across his entire body including his hand were scars, tribal black tattoos, piercings which had been forced upon him. His left hand wasn't even there, but a claw made of metal in its place, of course he could move it just as a regular hand, he'd learned through magical means to do this years ago.
