Red, hurting people is bad. (Bleh Intro, Open)

As he lay there in that alley, the red alien boy dreamed of the black clouds of smoke over the horizon of En’doril, a place that was slowly being torn apart by his people, Kri’eel, loud explosions rang around in his head, as did the screams of the Krell that died and , only to be followed by the crazed shoutings of a warrior race in their time of struggle. That is some certified levels of stupid and crazy there. It was then, in the middle of what was a pleasant dream did En rouse from his slumber at the feeling of rain pouring down overhead.

En slowly opened both of his eyes, and look around at his surroundings, taking only a moment to piece together that he had been tossed from his hotel room after it was discovered that he lacked the necessary currency to pay for a single night in a dry and shoddy environment. The dim neon lights hanging in the windows around him were painful to look at with his unusually colored eyes. It was Crash Alley. The homeless gathering around the fire barrel at the end of the alley and the sound of cars racing around gave it away.

He roamed aimlessly, and it was easy to get lost when you couldn’t read any of the signs very well, let alone know any of the identifiable landmarks. Without realizing it he would find himself in near a line of small stores that were in about as good condition as the rest of Crash Alley was. Passing by many of the homeless and vagrants gave him strange looks, sticking out in the middle of the alleyway like red splash of paint on a completely white canvas.

En walked through the streets passing the multiple run down shops and thrift stores that made up what little of a shopping district the slums had. Avoiding any and all contact with other people as the rain slowly poured down on top of his head.

What vagrants and ne'er-do-wells that roamed the streets this late turned away from him as he walked by. It wasn't until En passed a second hand electronics store did he actually see something, his own reflection. He was an absolute mess right now, drenched in water, even his armor needed rung out right now. It wasn't long as En stared at his reflection did a man approach him after stepping forward from the nearby alleyway beside the electronics store. In his hand a tiny handgun that couldn't have had any more of a punch to En than a quick slap to the face.

"Kid, you look a bit outta place. How bou’t you leave and I don’t carve a pretty smile into that… Are you covered in paint? You’re really, really, red... Ignoring that. Give me all of your money and that gold shirt thing you're wearing.” The man paused and began to cough before continuing his sales pitch. The mugger was eager, eyes frantically darting up and down the tall red alien, the gold-colored armor he wore, as though he were a large steak. There was a look that En recognized all too well on his face, greed with a side of an addiction to narcotics.  

The man in the hideous plaid coat waved a tiny pistol before En's eyes, and it became clear to the alien what was going on. "You're trying to rob me?"

"Yes! Can't you tell from me waving around a Kahr p38-!!!"

Not even his third day on earth and he was already being held up for the money he didn't have, En groaned and grumbled, taking a few steps closer to the man that he stood head and shoulders over. There was no point in trying to break the man down or even try to use any of his powers on the man, En could barely even feel the man's life energy. He was too weak. Not wasting another second to allow the man to finish what model of handgun he was carrying, En would take the peashooter and smash it against his own forehead as though it were a can of beer. Crushing it, and tossing it onto the ground.