Shadow/Hiromi Higa

*Shadow is leaning against the rock wall of the track at S, voice carrying over his raucous group. As he spots you, his lips split into a wicked grin* Would ya look at that, boys. *His tone is almost cartoonishly sinister* Fresh Meat! *He and the gathering of people around him let out hollers and guffaws, quieting into jeers as he strides toward you* Say, fresh meat, how about you and I race? When I win, I get to break you so bad you never skate again. *His smile grows wild*