Devon was lying on his back, gazing up at the sun as he slowly floated down the sidewalk on his pimped-out-floating-shadow-board, but he suddenly opened his black eyes at the feeling of someone nearby - he could sense their shadow. An invisible something touched his tangible Shadow Board, causing the area where the foot touched it to ripple, and for long, shadowy, and sharp tendrils to blast from that spot and wrap around the offending appendage.
"That was a bad idea." Devon chuckled, sitting up and leaping off of his board. He wore a simply black hoodie, a black beanie, black jeans, and black converse - all black, basically, but it helped him focus his darkness powers. The Shadow Board pulsed away, the tendril darting away from the foot and slithering into Devon's sleeves.








