Warning: This roleplay may contain things not suitable for everyone. There may be some violence, there may be some foul language, hell there may even be some sexual content. So all you single-minded people out there...TURN BACK NOW!!! You've been warned...

In the darkest of corners of the mind, There isn't any safe palce to hide when it's comes to the "Blood Angel" or better nick name he goes by is "Bloodshot Serphent's King" which evers that stood in their minds. When they hear the name of that they shalt shivers in their own cold sweat at night. For those who doesn't understand what truly lies ahead of them? Just Imagined what life can be when it's rules under one person that have their own frame of mind to conquer in a company. Let head into the scene.

The scene opens up to the dark room that only type of light that was coming from the candles that were made of red wax while other things were just beign in the dark. Lorcan started to come out of the hall way into his dark locker room while wearign his regular street clothes that were made up with a jacket that has an upisde down cross on the back while wearign his black shirt with his necklace of the cross around his neck, black jeans while having a pair of shoes as he was feeling like at home since, He was a dark type of person who doesn't like anyone who show any passion of fire that burns in their eyes which would only assumed in their own type of hatred or in this case, lust of causing chaos among other things. He started to sit down on the couch which was something he was truly loving beyond words that could describe it. He looks at the candles that was still burning as he started to say.

{Lorcan Balthazar} My, What a awesome time thus far since, I'm quite possibly be put on the first ever Riot card which will begin my case of skills in which whom ever shalt be my victims will indeed learn not to crossed my path.

He knew that he was going to start his path toward to any championships or anything that would make his taste more hungered than ever before. He stared at the television as he started to hear footsteps coming into his locker room as he started to say.

{Lorcan Balthazar} So, What do I owe this visit? Did I make someone angered or did you come on your own accord?

He sit on the couch still waiting to get any type of answer from that person who dared to disturbed him when he was just making himself feel at home.