[color=8882be]Anisim Misolav walked into the room, and glanced around. Seeing Vlad, he snarled at the man, before ignoring the man and grabbing a plate to fill. That done, he began eating quickly but neatly. He wore a dark gray denim overall over an orange T-shirt. His feet were bare, and were dirty with dust from the "cell" he was kept in. He'd lived in worse, but he hated this place the most. This place was the cause of his pwn personal misfortune, though he could not blame it for the enslavement of his two younger sisters. He smiled, and inwardly laughed at the fools or teaching him the skills and giving him the power to exact his revenge on them and those who started all this. That was why he did exactly as he was told, without comment, or complaint. Someday his chance would come, he knew it would, and that day they would realize their mistake, and re the day they had destroyed his family, this he swore upon the souls of his parents.[/color]