Nothing special here, just getting ideas out my head. The regal figure carried himself with a grace that showed wealth, power and a grand upbringing as he walked down a sidewalk in the super hero saturated city. The light bronze complexioned man stood perhaps close to six-foot two and looked like he regularly worked out, not to the level some of the city's heroes and villains did, but he seemed no slouch in the appearance department. His black hair was slicked back and ended in a shoulder length, braided ponytail which draped over the right shoulder of the white dress shirt. He paused in his walk to flick an errant bit of lint from his pressed, grey khakis before he went to a nearby vendor. "Good afternoon Mr.Singh, the usual," an elderly man asked from behind a weathered, silver cart said while polishing the reflective top. "Of course Mr. Watson, you know me far too well, now no skimping on the mustard this time" the gentleman replied with a short l