@quiet-or-die liked for a starter!
[things were rough. the empire was rough, and it was just how shiroki liked it.]
[it was a tense sort of situation, for he couldn't fully relax. if he was revealed as who he really was, shown to the world that he wasn't in fact just a very odd human, there'd be hell to pay. a warring species (though he wasn't actually faekin) infiltrating the opalarian world, trying to scrounge up dirty work from the ruling families theselves? it'd be seen as madness, grounds for punishment, a desire to turn the tides towards where shiroki's loyalties would assumedly lie.]
[his loyalties lie nowhere. all he wants is a quick buck and a bloodied knife. nothing more, nothing less.]
[he was seated in a bar, shady and dark, deep shadow cast over the already shaded look of his face. it was the kind of air that deemed him unapproachable, untouchable by his fellow patrons, or at least, those not tough or stupid enough to try and approach him. he had the kind of air given off by a brightly colored animal - aposematic, a warning, though this warning was a little less obvious than a flash of neon on a toads underbelly. and it had seemed not everyone had picked up on it.]
[he had an onlooker, a wandering eye latched onto his side. which wasn't unfamiliar, but here it could mean trouble. and he twitched, emerald eye void of a shroud flickering towards the stranger with voice low and tone malicious as he regarded their intentions in the most blunt way he could muster.]
the fuck are you lookin at?