((This is also my first attempt at a RP, but i think i have the basic hang of it.))
The Northern doors to the mall opened as a skinny, pale man in a dark formal suit walked in. He had bright green eyes and medium-legnth, dark black hair. He was walking at a fast pace toward the fountain on the first floor. After he arrived at the fountain he took an elevator to the second floor and continued to the food court.
"So you're telling me I get the Blackwand just for helping out some normal Villains at a rundown city mall?" the man said to himself.
A voice came from inside his head, he was the only one who could here it.
"Yes. You may not know the importance of this event yet. But you are only a novice at your current level, Wraithien." echoed the voice.
The pale man ((Now known as Wraithien.)) arrived at the food court as soon as the voice finished his sentence. He glanced over to the battle and figured that he was suppose to help the evil side of it. But, Wraithien was still wearing his "normal" clothes and he knew it would be a bad idea to cause havoc in them.
A shroud of darkness poured from under his feet and he dissappeared for just a moment ((Darkness version of Teleport.)) then he reappeared in the same spot, just now he was wearing his
Necromancy suit. ((Wraithien is a Necro/Dark Miasma MM.))
Wraithien raised his right hand and three zombies came out of a patch of darkness on the ground. ((Three normal zombies, with normal strength.)) And this rasied his other hand to summon an undead knight. ((Grave knight, of course. Also with normal strength, but only one.))
He then pointed in the direction of the other zombies, and his own zombies went to help their fellow undead while Wraithien himself stood on the edge of the food court. ((With shadow fall on.))
