The night was chill. The cold air stung the dark mans lungs. His eyes watered from the sight of the full moon. A bright night for danger. The silhouette of the giant man laid against the brick tiles of the streets. Their uneven lining like that of broken teeth. Kicked in multiple times yet never truly giving them selves into the harm and abuse they endured. The city was dark yet not asleep. It, a being with secrets and a dangerous attitude. It was more than the sum of its parts, the city was held aloft by a more sinister motive than to survive. It was a vicious murder that thrived on the bloodshed it spread. But despite that, it was the only place where Vestiago felt at home. The only place he felt peace within himself. 

He sighed as his thoughts about where he lived assailed him. He was much to large to enjoy the vantage points of the city. He had only his minds eye to help him image the beloved place he lived in. His usually joyous nature was subdued with his thoughts and emotions. He felt sentimental tonight because of the weight it carried. it was the first night that Hawk had given him a real assignment. Call it a sixth sense, but Vestigao had a feeling that tonight his entire life would change. For better or worse. He pocketed his hands after pulling up his hood over his head. He much enjoyed the touch of shadows and darkness. It was the only place he felt no one could judge him. Within his own mind, he was perfect. And in that place, he took solace against the hurt of the world. He had seen and known so much pain. He knew both extremes too well. 

Vestiago was a worldly man. During his fights, he had traveled the world twice over. When he was a champion of the underworld fighting syndicate, Vestiago had tasted what the world had to offer. He much enjoyed it. His only regret was that his bloody path was a lonely one. Vestiago breathed in deep through his nose as he made his way from the stink of the waters around him. The sad wooden planks cried and squealed under his weight. Tonight was a sentimental night, but now business called. His time to regret and change had ended. Now it was time to act and embrace the majestic hatred and dark places he was now apart of. A kings player, the title he had been gifted now needed him. It was a heavy weight to carry, but it was not enough to crush his indomitable spirit nor his body. 

The night streamed past him as he made his way. People looked up at him during his passing, but none dared to offer their words to such a demon. The Red Fist, The Demon, The Butcher, all names that were tied to him. His past didn't matter anymore. Vestiago rolled his shoulders as the pale blue light came into view. The signal to enter beckoned him. Vestiago stood infront of the door with his hand held at the ready. He made sure to knock lightly as to not damage the sturdy door. He doubted he could ram it down if he tried, but a little caution never killed. He took a moment to observe the surroundings, putting them into his memory. As the door opened for him, he noticed he was not the first to arrive. He expected this as he took his time to arrive. His girth took the entire frame of the door. He blotted out the night air and shine of the moon as he took a moment to drink in the smells and sights of the room. Other now apart of his family before him. He smiled and stepped in. Letting the door close behind him as the warmth of the fire kissed his chilled face. His dark skin glistened against the light, he pulled off his hood to properly inspect every one else. He didn't mean to set an intimating aura, but it happened some times. 

"Good. I will not be starting the night alone! Nice to meet you all. I am Vestiago! Let us all be friends!" 

Vestiago gave a big hearty laugh and relaxed slightly. His deep booming voice commanded attention of the room. He smiled genuinely and grabbed a cup and filled it himself. Vestiago then seated himself along the table with food and drank deep from his cup of tinted liquid. The burning spirit cleansed him of doubt and filled him with a warm vigor. He then looked at the others and smiled, memorizing each of them individually. Hawk was a good man, Vestiago trusted his judgement bring together a good group to represent the King in his struggles. The anxiety washed away from Vestiago as the night became more pleasant.