cloud is a thirty-something street racer that once was a pro until his knee was blown out. what money he had went into a garage/junk yard business that has some shady contacts.

A network video
[hello fellow Numbers, say hi to this guy as he sits in a dimly lit room. he has already complained about his softly glowing blue eyes in a different post but this time he seems a little put out as he turns the camera towards this hunk of metal taking up the hydraulic lift in his garage.]

Very funny. Would someone pick their sword up before I stuff it in the metal compactor?

B action
[he had been conned into helping his aunt at the local Arts and Crafts fair, which would have been okay if she didn't also insist that he dressed the part. so there Cloud stood, wearing a frilly pink apron with the words 'Sweetheart Cakes' written across it in baby blue ribbons over a nice suit that makes him look maybe about ten years old. all his hard-earned street cred shot down by the simple style change - heck, even his spiked hair had been tamed and combed into something a lot more business-like.

well, outside of the heart-shaped hairpins being used to keep his bangs in place.]

Do you want to try a cupcake? They are made with all-natural ingredients.

[of course, his sales pitch makes it sound like the all-natural ingredients were mixed with arsenic but who cares, right?]