“He’s been sitting there since this afternoon, Father.” Simon said in a hushed voice, peering out into the nave at the odd young man in the fourth pew from the front, on the left. “Just sitting there and staring up at the window.”

…slap…

“Where’s the money!!”

…slap…

“You hear me? Huh? Where’s my goddamn money?” The man held the woman up against the rough plaster wall in the alley, arm across her throat, hand raised to strike once again. He was in his forties, immaculately dressed in a suit and tie, though the tie was just now slightly askew. He was a handsome enough fellow, broad of shoulder and firm of jaw, but time was beginning to add a little padding here and there that most likely wasn’t muscle. And right now he looked anything but handsome.

APPEARANCE
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue/Brown/Green/Gray/Hazel - ever shifting
Height: 5' 11
Weight: 170

Description:

Ardent appears to be a slender young man in his early twenties, with obsidian black hair and eyes that constantly change from one color to the next. He prefers to wear loose fitting shirts and hoodies, sometimes over a well-worn t-shirt. On occasion he'll be seen in a weathered old green trench coat as well, despite the weather or temperature.

He could remember... heat.