OOC: This is the team registration for me, as Emilio and SoulBeaver, who's playing as Archon. Without any ado, I'll kick this off now.

A thick smell of tobacco, over an aroma of alcohol and perfume. Smoke curls up from the various wooden tables, drunks playing cards and couples-to-be making inconspicuous avances. A small piano can be heard in the background, covered up by many discussions and the average chatter. Just a small random bar, in a random place.

Not for long, though.

The door swings open, sunlight bursting in, cutting through the smoky interior. A shadow stands in the opening, taking this new environment in before entering. His clothes would almost lead to believe he's merely stumbled into the wrong place, possibly at a wrong time. His first step upon the wooden floor resounds through the bar and through a sudden silence. He waits for a moment, visibly enjoying the sound his steps are making. Another step. Again, it resounds. Whispers start spreading, though not exactly like a fire; it spreads slowly, as if trying to avoid the slightest hint of attention. The character has his eyes set on the bar. His chains rattle as he steps, steps, steps, each one seemingly faster than the one before. Apparently unbothered by some anonymous looks, he sits himself down, calling the bartender with a swift motion of his hand. He whispers, his voice unlike what one would expect of him. A hint of lightness surfaces in it.

"Bartender, one beer."

He spins around with a certain elegance to face the exit, and to keep an eye on his surroundings. Though he does not speak, his presence is somehow making itself known, a smile growing on his face. A simple, childish smile. Beer brings out his good side, and he was practically shuddering in anticipation, waiting for his.

A bottle is put down next to him, the yellow foamy liquid clearly visible through the transparent glass. Closing his eyes, he puts the bottle to his lips and throws his head back, enjoying every bit of his nice, cold, refreshing beer.