Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-29458028-20150215073334

Raphael observed the procession from his seat outside his home, continuing to sip his iced Jazbay juice, the cup in his left hand. His angling of his face downwards cast a shadow, making it appear as if his hood contained a black void. The only visible feature was a pair of glowing, violet blue irises.

Crimson Vision was unsheathed, lying against his table, his right hand resting on the hilt.