"No, dude. I was born without a name. That's why I'm so messed up." He rolled his eyes and didn't say anything about his choice of liquor. If he wanted to drink something he didn't open himself, fine. If he wanted to risk the gut rot, fine. He'd been trying to look out for him. Sort of. "But it's better than Axel. I think I'd go nameless too if that was my name."

He was only messing with the guy. He figured he was a little older than him, maybe twenty-four or so. Luke studied him in the dim light. He was...off looking. Weird. The sort of guy that either you couldn't get out of your head or forgot instantly.

Luke was definitely the latter, though. There was nothing remarkable about him. Mud eyes. Mud hair. No expression at all. Just that murderous glint in his eyes, that was his only stand out quality.

"Better than Trickster though. You can call me Sylar I guess." It was a stolen name. But he liked it.