NeVirus

Nevirus sat on the edge of some shabby structure, lazily swaying his long tail. His appearance—white and red, sharp, defiant—screamed that he didn't care. He twirled some junk in his fingers, casting contemptuous glances around every now and then, as if the very existence of those around him were a personal insult. His face was frozen in that eternal, irritating clown mask, expressing nothing but hidden mockery.