Sergeant Omen
Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Omen had been standing in front of the door to his own house for a couple of minutes now, the night blending around him as he held a bouquet of purple roses in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. Offerings to the dark god of this temple so that he might live... and even then, he knew it was a slim chance if he disrupted Aren's sleep this late at night. But he had no choice... It was either enter the villainesses' lair or be homeless for the night. And as he unlocked the door, half expecting Aren to be there in a robe with that judging stare of hers, tapping her foot as she waited for some explanation about his midnight arrival. As he imagined that image, he wondered if being homeless was really that bad.
Aren D'Shade
Aren D'Shade