Walks in through the doors after ben missing for nearly three days, his face covered with mud and a steady stream of blood running down his right arm, he has had better days. Making his way over to the nearest table, the only thing running through his mind is the idea that his Larraman's Organ should have kicked in awhile ago, looking to his right shoulder, he could still see the bullet sticking out of the wound and shook his head before tearing it out. Only a grunt could be heard from Davian's mouth as he watched the larraman's Organ finally kick in, leaving a scar where the bulet wound was.
i dont want to fuel the needs of other villains, you ever heard of "Unfortunate Villains"? Superbeings who object against their instincts and nature to commit vile crimes even if its their mandate, their directive. Those who try to commit heroics then are struck down from either bad karma or their inner corruptive self. I believe i am one of those unfortunate villains.