Lurking in the shadows. His powerful but hunched form moves carefully through the wet alley ways of the big city. His dark brown eyes watch some demon exchange further down the night-covered  alley.  His thick pointed hair looks blue in the moonlight, like a halo over his head. Low eyebrows arch suspiciously, mirroing his long lips that are set so grimly. His ears need not strain to hear what they are saying, his super-power allows him to hear perfectly. Super-power, for that is what it is. With his glowing soul he is like a human with special strength. Take that soul away from him and he is the spawn of Evil itself. But he posesses that soul in his eyes, and inside his wide muscular chest. His soft black coat hangs to his knees, only swishing lightly when he makes sudden moves. Billowy coat his ass, try shield of the defender of Good. His ring-adorned hands reach up and grab onto a fire escape and he leaps like a wildcat up the cold metal bars, moving above the demon transaction. He then leaps down again, right into the fray, that coat flapping out behind him, almost sinisterly. He will vanquish the threat, and move on to another. Its his reward, for he made something of himself. His soul shines so brightly amist his darkness of the creature he so unfortunatly is.