"This will be your first solo mission in a while, will you do alright? We don't need you to get rusty and not get the job done on time."

A twenty-something looking male walked through the city streets, talking on his cellphone. A normal sight, unless you listened in on his odd conversation. "I'll be fine, Grim.I'd never lose my touch." The man smirked, continuing on his way with his phone pressed to his right ear.

"Alright then, man, if you say so.I have a big appointment with a bunch of commuters on the subway tonight, so I should go get ready for that."

"Don't get yourself hurt again..And don't reveal yourself to any of the targets until moments before it happens, They were NOT happy with that last bunch knowing who you were and flipping out when they got to Them." Before he heard a response, the man hung up and continued his walk. He stood at 6'2'' and had black hair that curled in a bit, touching his lower neck but not yet hitting his shoulders, unless he leaned back or in some angle like that, of course.He had long bangs that covered his forehead and threatened to hide his dull grey eyes.He was rather handsome, with a long slender nose and soft, almost perpetually smiling lips.

He had pale skin and was rather thin, not thin enough for bones to show but it looked like fi he got even slightly thinner that they would.He wore an almost form-fitting light grey t-shirt with an artsy design of a graveyard in black on the lower right(in his perspective while wearing the shirt), the hillside cemetery's, well, hill was made of swirls and splotches seen on any artsy t-shirt you would see on a teen-mid twenties hipster, and some of the tombstones weren't complete, with little cut outs in them shaped like paint splotches.Other than the generic half-oval shaped graves there were crosses, and on the top of the hill stood a statue of an angel holding a scythe.

His jeans were sort of grey-ish dyed as well, the hue of blue ont hem looking like that of a sky on a stormy day, grey with just a slight hint of blue in them, and on his feet he wore a pair of rather generic looking black canvas sneakers, with pure white laces, soles and tips as if they had never been worn before this day.

As he passed through the streets to that dull-lifed man's apartment, some odd things happened around him..A seemingly perfectly healthy girl suddenly had a heart attack, a sports car with a young couple in it zoomed past only to crash not even a half a mile away, a businessman jumped off of a roof..Death seemed to follow him wherever he went, and he never even stopped to see if any of the horribly injured or killed people were alright, as a normal human being would.Nope, he just kept strolling along, listenign to his mp3 player with a pair of skullcandy headphones on high volume, blocking out the world..

"..The seasons don't fear the reaper, nor does the wind, the sun or the rain.."

(Heeeere's Fate! C: )