[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/fQcznmy/Hood-Banner.png[/img] [color=A52A2A][b]Location: Brooklyn Streets[/b][/color] [color=f7976a][b]|[/b][/color] [color=A52A2A][b]Interaction: Open[/b][/color][/center] Day time. Sometimes Max hated it. Sometimes he felt it kept him grounded. Day time was where Max Robbins, Private Security Entrepreneur lived. Night time was the world of The Hood, mystically enhanced protector of the city. On an average night, The Hood would be literally running across the night sky, taking down baddies, shrugging off bullets, appearing and disappearing out of nowhere... He was light a living myth. A whisper. The boogeyman to malevolent. During the day, he was as he is now; a well-built bearded man in a black business suit with two concealed guns hidden in holsters under his jacket, driving one of his many clients from one meeting to the next in a black bulletproof sedan at a red light. Comparatively, it was painstakingly boring. "[color=fff79a]Mr. Robbins,[/color]" came a voice from the back of the car with a distinct, elegant Asian accent. "[color=fff79a]The shareholder's meeting is starting in 12 minutes.[/color]" "[color=A52A2A]I understand that, Mr. Li,[/color]" Max assured his client. "[color=A52A2A]I will get you there as quickly, [i]and as safely[/i], as possible.[/color]" There were times when he would have to remind his clients of his own personal priorities. Max Robbins and his crew were angels of protection. When they were 'on the clock', their clients could rest assured that they were practically invincible under the team's umbrella. However, there were often times when clients would mistake them as drivers, butlers and secretaries and such poor assumptions needed correction. Cerberus Security makes it's money off of peoples' breaths. If you're client is breathing, you're getting paid. Max Robbins didn't really give a shit if Mr. Li was late to his meeting or not. Finally the green light. Max eased the pedal down and took off toward Roxxon Two Tower, the satellite location for one of New York's most notorious oil and energy industries. As he pulled up to the lobby, he could see two men with black business suits matching his own with a small patch on their breast pocket - an image of a 3-headed dog. Max exited the vehicle and gave the two men a nod as he made his way to the back seat to open his client's door. Max's two subordinates then took custody of Mr. Li and escorted him into the building, leaving Max alone with his car. As he boarded his vehicle once more, he pulled out into the street and just sighed. [color=A52A2A][i]God, I am so [b]bored[/b][/i][/color], he thought to himself as he hit the steering wheel with his palm in a hard thud. He glanced over at the clock just above his radio before rolling his eyes. Night time was still out of reach. As he slowly glided through traffic, he looked over at the briefcase that was settled in the front passengers seat. Within it was his mystically enhanced cloak and boots. It was as if they were calling out to him, begging him to take them out, to wear them, to become [i]him[/i]. To become The Hood. Anonymous vigilantism was hard enough in the shroud of darkness. Being a caped crusader during daylight hours was asking for trouble. If he were ever found out, it could lead the criminal underworld right to his very home, to his friends and associates, to his business... It could potentially ruin him. He had to remain steadfast. Max by day, Hood by night. That was his rule. And then he heard it. Gunshots, explosions, shouting. It wasn't far. Max's grip tightened on the wheel. [color=A52A2A][i] It's not my business[/i][/color], he told himself. [color=A52A2A][i]Whatever is happening over there has nothing to do with me, has nothing to do with my clients. I need to just keep going. I've got to get back to the office, I've got to check in with Sigma Team, I've got to map routes to the airport for next week, I've got to stay on task.[/i][/color] He rolled down the window of his armored sedan just to let some fresh air in and stay focused. "[color=fff79a]Oh my god[/color]" shouted a woman from the sidewalk. "[color=fff79a]Venom's down there! I'm getting a selfie!![/color]" [color=A52A2A][i]Fuuuuuck[/i][/color], Max thought to himself before slamming his hand on the steering wheel again. One of the Ultimates. Which means there could be all manners of something crazy happening over there. All Max would have to do to find out is to take the next left... But a smart Max would just keep going straight. A smart Max would just get back to the office. A smart Max... just clocked out. With the screech of his tires, Max hit the gas and spun the wheel, taking a hard left turn down the alley between two buildings. The sound of fighting was getting louder. He knew the skirmish was just ahead. As he pulled to a stop be a large green dumpster, he looked over at the briefcase beside him and stared at it intently. This was a bad idea. He [i]knew [/i]this was a bad idea. And, yet... "[color=A52A2A]Fuck it.[/color]" He popped the locks on the briefcase and wrapped his cloak around his neck. Instantly, his body reacted. He could feel the magics that fueled the cloak's power wash over him, making him stronger, faster, tougher. He quickly took off his black, shiny shoes and replaced them with the boots of levitation. The guns in their holsters also took on a transformation of their own, becoming slightly golden while emitting a sort of pulse that only Max could feel. Its like they were now living extensions of himself. All suited up, Max got out of the car and pulled over his eponymous hood, concealing his face in darkness, before venturing out of the alley and into the fray. What he saw was not necessarily what he was prepared for. Portals opening and closing, plasma rifles going off, exploding hovercars, and one big pissed off alien symbiote. Hood flexed his hands and, instantly, his guns flew from their holsters and into his grip. He then took in a very deep breath and held it. Just as he did, his entire body left the visible spectrum, rendering himself completely invisible to the naked eye. He could hold that breath for about two minutes, which means his invisibility would only last for that same amount of time. If there were any onlookers, they might see his footstep as he splashed through a large puddle, the unseen entity making his way to the center of the maelstrom. So much for Max's squeaky clean daytime living. Shit was about to get messy.