Kain
Lurker
It was getting fairly close to noon in the grungy, and sloppy apartment occupied by Jason Gray, not like anyone would be able tell since his alarm clock was unplugged and on the floor on the other side of the room, allowing the apartment's occupent to sleep in as much as he wanted to. Lazy, unmotivated and pretty much unable to be serious about nearly everything, hard to believe that in times of danger he became superhero of sorts with the abilities of a ninja, and note the glorified mages that called themselves ninja despite wearing bright orange from a certain show which he despised. As impossible as it was to believe it was nonetheless true and wether or not that was a good thing for his teammates had yet to be seen since despite his unreliable personality he seemed to be pretty damn skilled and kickass in battle as if it all just came naturally to him. If it werent for the fact that he was ultra perverted prankster he would probably have no problems with the others, but his female allies had bodies that were just too damn good to just settle for looking and not touching and thus he took it upon himself to give them some appreciation in the form of groping. Truly he was pretty much the antithesis of what a hero was supposed to be, but he was what they were stuck with.
Once noon finally rolled around and the sun shined in his eyes he woke up in the normal manner, which was him fallling off of his bed, landing on the remote and switching the tv on before dragging himself to the fridge to get some sort of snack that wasnt green a furry from being left in the fridge for too long. He never was the type that liked to clean or maintain anything resembling neatnessas evidenced by the monument to filthiness that he called home. In fact the air was bearly breathable for most people not used to the stench of whatever may be lurking from within the heap, which his neighbors and landlord had some how managed to get used to by some miracle. After a "breakfast" of leftover pizza of inteterminiate age and some sort liquid whose label was missing he ended up pulling the least dirty items of clothing from within the heap, got dressed and just left in order to more or less wander aimlessly and attempt to make it look like he was doing something when in reality he was just wandering looking for pranks to pull an some nice T&A to get his hands on.
Once noon finally rolled around and the sun shined in his eyes he woke up in the normal manner, which was him fallling off of his bed, landing on the remote and switching the tv on before dragging himself to the fridge to get some sort of snack that wasnt green a furry from being left in the fridge for too long. He never was the type that liked to clean or maintain anything resembling neatnessas evidenced by the monument to filthiness that he called home. In fact the air was bearly breathable for most people not used to the stench of whatever may be lurking from within the heap, which his neighbors and landlord had some how managed to get used to by some miracle. After a "breakfast" of leftover pizza of inteterminiate age and some sort liquid whose label was missing he ended up pulling the least dirty items of clothing from within the heap, got dressed and just left in order to more or less wander aimlessly and attempt to make it look like he was doing something when in reality he was just wandering looking for pranks to pull an some nice T&A to get his hands on.