A Sinful Inferno

[Sin1]

@Ember Rouge

The streets of of the Red Raven capital was busy with life as Razer watched from his newly formed company building balcony in the V.I.P. lounge. His black hair swayed in the wind as he watched with blood red eyes like a predator did with it's prey. Today he were his usual attire, the Sin family robes with the fire emblem on the back to show he was of royal blood. Not that he cared though, Razer was turning from a royal Dark Jedi, to a Crime Lord on the rise.
The world is full of fools, all looking to satisfy their worldly lusts, and here I am feeding it, making a killing too. He thought to himself. The club was not open yet as they still had to get the Swoop Bike garage opened, and the tracks for the races finished in their construction. Members of Red Ravens' construction team, and home designers were moving about, putting in new lights, setting down furniture, and painting the walls with fire designs. He had yet to come up with a name for the club part of the Swoop Race hosting company.
Fiery, Fire Red, Sinning, Sin Fire...sounds like a magic attack on some MMO game these kids play. He thought more to himself.

 

[Ember Rouge]

Ember sighed. Oh, how it bugged her when clients never came through, and she was forced to hunt them down herself. Apparently none of her employees could do their jobs. She'd have to clean house soon.​

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With her chief of security and three extra guards backing her up, she made her way through the streets of Antecedant. Naturally she had a nice little disguise on to keep things interesting.​

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Her orange eyes scanned the people about her. He was here somewhere...​

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[member="Razer Sin"]​

 

[Sin1]

[member="Ember Rouge "]

Razer sighed again, and removed his robes, to show a white button shirt under it, and flipped the collar up on it. As he unbuttoned it, another button up shirt was under it, and he flipped it's collar up. Black slacks covered his legs, with black dress shoes that were shiny. Now he looked like the crime lord he was becoming. His red eyes dialed in on a character wearing a peculiar outfit, and his brow raised.
"What have we here?" He said as his leaned against the balcony, resting his head on his palm, and his elbow on the ledge. Wind came up fast, swirling his hair around his face, and a look of boredom, and lust for something more painted his face. He would love for anything to amuse him while he waited for his club to finish it's construction process.

(There's 2 spaces in front of your name)