Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
What was this, the second time he had come here to deal with a problem, one the police just couldn't seem to fix. He had only ever been to this planet twice before, once to scope out the planet and find the little nooks and crannies that littered along the streets, and the other for some dancer gone mad. Both ventures he had gained something, one was knowledge the other a fun time. But this time, a new string of murders had erupted from the depths, flames boiling people alive, there bodies becoming nothing more then small puddles of ash and scarred flesh.
He had come for one reason. To catch the serial killer. Though that is what he led anyone who asked to believe. In truth, he wanted to kill himself, and with a serial killer on the loose, it would be easy enough to get away with. Any kid running in the street with a match was enough of an excuse to trick the authorities. Though to say it had left his relationship stressed was an understatement. He knew that coming back so soon would end in what would be an attempted arrest. No, instead he used his knowledge of the cities anatomy to hide in the shadows, and get to work. Scoping out his victims in the hopes of finding the killer for what one might call akin to, a Play Date.
He looked up to the skies, the darkness around the city illuminated by the lights, dampening even the stars themselves. Slowly he wandered through some alleyways, he looked around, it was quite clear that the police had yet to find this carcass. The body laced with boils, there face twisted and turned in horror as he pressed his fingers onto the skin, his Armor covering his fingers as he pressed down,the skin had long since solidified, though its form gave heed to the fact that what was once a living being, had since been turned into nothing more then a fine paste.
Slowly he paced back and fourth, looking around to see any clues, nothing more then burn marks littering along the walls, the marks were a common placed weapon. The mighty flamethrower, at the very least it wasn't some fancy force powers. Otherwise this whole thing would be a lot less intriguing. As he looked around he looked to the heap of flesh, his boot slowly stepping on it as he watched it move like some sort of putty, taking a step out he started to move, tracking a long line of the body behind him.
@Anya Loma
He had come for one reason. To catch the serial killer. Though that is what he led anyone who asked to believe. In truth, he wanted to kill himself, and with a serial killer on the loose, it would be easy enough to get away with. Any kid running in the street with a match was enough of an excuse to trick the authorities. Though to say it had left his relationship stressed was an understatement. He knew that coming back so soon would end in what would be an attempted arrest. No, instead he used his knowledge of the cities anatomy to hide in the shadows, and get to work. Scoping out his victims in the hopes of finding the killer for what one might call akin to, a Play Date.
He looked up to the skies, the darkness around the city illuminated by the lights, dampening even the stars themselves. Slowly he wandered through some alleyways, he looked around, it was quite clear that the police had yet to find this carcass. The body laced with boils, there face twisted and turned in horror as he pressed his fingers onto the skin, his Armor covering his fingers as he pressed down,the skin had long since solidified, though its form gave heed to the fact that what was once a living being, had since been turned into nothing more then a fine paste.
Slowly he paced back and fourth, looking around to see any clues, nothing more then burn marks littering along the walls, the marks were a common placed weapon. The mighty flamethrower, at the very least it wasn't some fancy force powers. Otherwise this whole thing would be a lot less intriguing. As he looked around he looked to the heap of flesh, his boot slowly stepping on it as he watched it move like some sort of putty, taking a step out he started to move, tracking a long line of the body behind him.
@Anya Loma