Excerpt: Thassodar Jax: Terra Ranger

"Wow, happy Halloween, buddy! Nice costume!"
Thassodar grinned. This was his favorite day of the year. It was on this day that many of the earth cultures celebrated a peculiar custom of dressing up as creatures they were frightened of in an effort to either appease the dead of their race, or prevent the frightening creatures from attacking them. According to the mythos surrounding the holiday, the creatures have this night to reign free before being restricted once more to the netherworld the following day. Psychologically, this phenomenon is nothing short of fascinating. In reality, it's nothing short of fun!
"Thanks," he replied and nodded as they passed. Thassodar stepped into the elevator and let the door close. He glanced at his reflection in the polished steel wall. He was wearing a black leather blazer, a dark red turtleneck, and dark slacks. These clothes weren't scary in this culture, and were the type of thing he wore most days. The 'costume' the man had referred to was his blue skin. Every inch of it was a rich, dark blue. That was part of why he loved this night so much: he didn't have to wear a disguise. He could mix and mingle in his own skin instead of having to dye it dark brown or wear contacts over his orange eyes. Of course, he'd have to dye it again tomorrow, but for tonight, the city was open to him in his natural colors.