Mr. L is sitting on a bench in his broad garden. The pavilion, the coloured glass dyes it and the surrounding in soft violet, blue and reddish hues..

The man sits casually, wearing a suit and tie, gloves in white and generally is a very polite and tall man with his almost 2 meters height.

The man makes his way out of his mansion soon after, walking downtown tonight. He's nice and polite, even offering a stranger his helping gloved hand... He walks up to the current festivity, it's winter and snowing softly. The soft sounds of snow hitting roof, street or frozen puddles combined with the smell of apples and Mulled wine creates a nice atmosphere.

Mister L, often introducing himself as Cipher as well, makes his way towards the next outdoor bar top. He gets himself a cup of mulled wine, knowing that his tolerance is higher than the average human's. "A mulled wine, red, with a big shot." The voice softly rings as he talks, paying for his mug before he gazes around the place. Soon already finishing his mug as he watches everyone with unsettling focused silver eyes. He runs a hand through is fine dark hair with a single streak of golden hair. "Oh, what a strange combination.. warm wine with extra alcohol just because."