[b]Haydrex - Another night, another run.[/b]

Haydrex took a vigorously deep breath of the crisp, damp night air and a quick glance of the bright, streaming lights of the nocturnal city below him to gather his bearing. It was early dusk once again and time for another job. Ebb was possibly one of the last places the young man could hardly ever think of end up given the unfortunate series of events which preludes to where he is now. Ebb, the city mainly filled with commoners and merchants, a place that ranged from struggling poverty to striving opportunists, business owners or inherently wealthy men and women. 

It was a city filled with the scents of ambition and opportunity, all of which caught the noses of outside immigrant foreigners or criminals who sought this opportunity to further expedite their income and provide for themselves or their families a stable and/or a favorable living. There was truly no shame in what people did to provide themselves and their families a future, that of course depends on which side of the law you belong to. As for Haydrex, there was almost absolutely no reason for him to be categorized or affiliated with bands of unscrupulous criminals or misfits but there truly was no other way for him to suit a stable and favorable living for himself or his future. In no other profession could Haydrex be able to efficiently obligate himself to the things he loved doing or the things he was good at. As a hired gun, he needed to do what simply he needed to do for cash: Eliminate or steal. 

Realistically in the eyes of Haydrex, it was really nothing more than bad guys killing bad guys, a battle which Haydrex had no care to question his morality when it came down to pulling the trigger. They chose this line of work, they knew just what they signed up for and so did he and Haydrex found almost no shame in what he did, yet no enjoyment either, only the joy and peace that he could one day find outside the city in hopefully what he might call a distant future: An above average house, a wife (preferably an average- looking one), children, become old and wise, etc. A life which almost any rationally normal person could ever truly ask for yet not many people can live or have dreams of lives of grand luxury which is why he specifically chose his profession. 

[color=f7941d]"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The most important thing to do is work for the future you one day hope to have"[/color] his father always told him, a constant reminder and set of values Haydrex earnestly set himself before he leaving to live on his own at age 15. The long, tediously prelude of events which lead to him becoming who he is today. The things he could have done in the past, the regrets and painful memories of losing people he once connected with, the betrayals, the things he should have have done to secure his own future. A man who spends too much time in the past can hardly find what is beneficial for him in the future and it did not do well for someone like Haydrex to reminisce on things he could or should have done in the past, only learn from his past mistakes. Now, he was alone, taking a job as a professional con artist, thief or mercenary. Completely solitude. 

In his youth, Haydrex once found isolation and solitude a painful experience but as he matured, he thought of it as a delightful moment. The streets of the garment district were painfully crowded as early model automobiles and pedestrians in the city below shoved and pushed each other in order get from work to home. He watched from the rooftops of buildings, trying to estimate an easy route to take him to his next objective and hopefully another job.