Something was..different..today. Something new, something old. He couldn't tell anymore, what with the recent changes. 

Who is he, you ask? Aion is, straightforwards, an assassin, and partially a creature of the night. Due to his nocturnal lifestyle, currently, the male would have been found sprawled out on his bed, his demonic arm hanging off the side. A sight sure to scare anyone entering, as his bed was facing the doorway to his rather empty room. Halfway up, the black arm had a purple blade extended. Twas one that the lad could not retract, sadly. A chain wrapped around his demon arm, linked to it like his human tissue to his bones. Likewise, his lower legs were also an unholy creation...though he always kept them covered by his jeans. Spikes protruded from one leg, almost steel-like in their silver gleam.

These recent changes that are mentioned beforehand happen to involve him moving into this..small mansion? At least, that was what Aion would describe it as, having never had an actual type of home besides a guild.


The white haired male leaned up from his rather comfortable bed, twisting at the same time to put his legs on the edge facing his door. It seemed almost impossible for him to relax. Aion then stood, his body protesting as he got off the bed. But he had to get moving, because it was a new day. Even so, it still hurt to move from the work he had done before coming here.

You know what they say, a morning wasted is a night of work gained.