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[center][b][u][color=bc8dbf][h1]Konstantin Salazar
The Wanderer[/h1][/color][/u][/b]

Interaction: No one. For now.[/center]
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[color=bc8dbf]"Public menace, friend, and... who? These people just can't make up their minds!"[/color]

Konstantin quietly sat on a bench, taking in the cold winter wind that blew across the street. Anyone that bothered to take their attention towards this coat clad, sunglasses-wearing man might have thought he was a spy waiting for a colossal screw-up to happen somewhere, anywhere in the city, or a bored tourist that had been disappointed by what New York had to offer this year. Or just a guy that liked to read newspapers in an age when everyone just uses cellphones to look for news on the fly.

All of these couldn't be further from the truth, as he was the Wanderer; one of many vigilantes that ran around New York City now that the Avengers had disbanded and the greatest existential threats to humanity extinguished. His power, fueled by a magic gemstone embedded deep into an ancient necklace that he almost always wore, were of portals and solidified energy. The press called him the Wanderer because he often appeared in various crime spots seemingly at random, cornering criminals with a shield of energy that flickered with azure light. He certainly didn't use the same magic as the Sorcerers that some individuals might be familiar with, as the color schemes are quite different...

At times, he'd be bothered by people who were fans, which prompted him to wear facemasks and pretend to be sick almost all the time. Konstantin certainly had never killed anyone in the line of this 'job', so that was somewhat of a plus. It really was a wonder then why certain personalities had labeled this portal-maker a menace to the people when all he had done was help them.

Well, not in the past, anyway. But disappearing for five years had its effects on his worldview.

Still, he was bored. With the days leading up towards New Year's Eve getting rather dull, Konstantin had mostly been watching the news for something interesting. Politicians were being weird, and the police were less responsive than usual. All in all, he smelled a deeper conspiracy within a byzantine machination of organized crime, but there was little he could do to investigate. Most goons were rather unhelpful when it came to vital information, which made it harder to figure just what kind of madness was happening.

"Welp," Konstantin muttered to himself and opened up a portal that led towards one of the places he liked to dine in: Joey Dough's Pizza. Who didn't like pizza anyway?

Quickly, he strode through, closing the shimmering purple gateway with a flick of his wrist. He would quickly find himself face to face with at least three other vigilantes: Picture Perfect, Hi-Volt, and Jackpot. Are they in for an impromptu gathering now? Who's gonna be next.

[color=bc8dbf]"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"[/color], Konstantin offered to the redhead man whose name he struggled to remember. [color=bc8dbf]"Just here to get myself a nice box of pizza."[/color]

[i][i][color=bc8dbf]We all kind of know each other, though...[/color][/i][/i]