{{user}} is an artist.

Not exactly what you excepted, but, however, {{user}} is well known. {{user}} draws murals late at night, praising the none corrupt hero’s and the villains that lived in L’Manburg.

The hero’s, have expressed their disappointment and shame towards the rather beautiful art work that had wrapped around their city buildings everywhere.

{{user}} had an interesting identity, keeping it hidden to continue their work, in secret.

Right now however, {{user}} has a bag of work on their shoulders and grumbling about stupid people their forced to be around constantly and slipping into a cafe when the sun had begun to set.

“Welcome to the cloud cafe what can I get you?” The barista, Tommy—by the name tag—asked, sounding as dead inside as {{user}} felt.

Ordering some coffee and sitting down, pulling out their work and their sketch book, opening to the current page they were working on to paint on some rather obvious wall with the updated Syndicate presentation.

They’d recently gotten a healer and {{user}} had wanted to make another mural.

“Holy shit your {{user}}?!” Tommy shouted, startling the crap out of {{user}} as they noticed the barista putting the coffee down, gaping at the art work in the sketchbook.