[color=lightsteelblue][center][h3] - Niall Collins -[/h3][/center][/color]

Niall was late, as always to the place where he was supposed to go according to the letter. He was just arriving as the orb of light was beginning to dissipate and he wound up diving for it for whatever reason his crazy mind could come up with. He'd caught his girlfriend cheating on him while he still had the original letter in hand. Crumpling it in his large hand as he reached for the man in his bed with the other, red covering his gaze and penetrating his every thought. The bitch had gotten up and begged for him to let the other man go and it was something Niall assured her he would do, right after he wrung the guys skinny neck. The man was built but he had been no match for his own strength and after busting his nose and lip thoroughly he tossed them both out the door, into the elevator really,  rather unceremoniously. 

In the midst of the brawl the letter had slipped from his grip, forgotten, but was now smeared with drops of blood. He had thunked down his boots and sat down in his chair before he recalled he'd had the letter in his hand. He didn't even bother to read it before tossing it out the window of his penthouse apartment. Now here he was in a strange land after he thought for sure he had killed himself this time. He could see the others being led away as he materialized into existence in this new place.

Immediately Niall jogged after them arriving just after the other and listening to the lesson on why exactly they were here. He wasn't so sure this wasn't a drunken stupor that he was in and this was all just a dream of some kind. He did tend to have strange dreams after he drank to excess after all but the smell of the food was all too real in front of him and he headed for the table sitting down across from a dark headed girl who had introduced herself as Jo. 

"[color=lightsteelblue]Well If this isn't all a drunken dream I'm having I'd say the closest thing to an answer is what that exceptionally large dragon thing just told us. I'm Niall, Niall Collins.[/color]" He gave a bit of a smile, his voice a bit loud for the circumstances they were in but he was used to that. His voice was a low warm noise, people often said it made him seem even more like a teddy bear than he already appeared to be though he didn't see where exactly they got that from being as he was nearly seven feet tall and covered in slabs of muscle and tattoos. 

Today though his tattoos were mostly hidden, only lightly visible through the thin white crew neck tshirt he had chosen this morning. Over top was a black leather jacket, his riding jacket. 'Damn,' that made him think of the bike he'd left in the parking lot of the park where he had been before. He would have to have someone pick the bloody thing up and take it back to his place to store. He had worn a pair of exceptionally dark denim jeans and a pair of leather boots that he always wore when he rode his motorcycle. His mother always scolded him about not wearing riding gear when he was on his bike but he always wore a helmet, jacket, pants, and boots. He really needed to get a pair of riding pants but they just never crossed his mind while he was in a buying mood. 

Niall could only hope that the girls before him and the others would not recognize his face or his name from the tabloids that were always touting his latest move across the front page. It was ridiculous. Perhaps here he could get some peace from them. As he thought he piled his plate with food, all his southern favorites laid out before him. Gods he hoped they had a gym here for him to work out otherwise he would be a cow by the time he ever got to leave. 'Wouldn't those damned so called journalists love that shit.'