Prince knew it'd come to this one day, he just didn't think the day would come so soon -- he hadn't even committed genocide yet! And still, dressed in his 'disguise' (more for fashion than anything else, really -- who could miss his mane of long, wavy, golden hair, even if it was in a ponytail?), he regarded a piece of paper near a bar's entrance with a nonplussed expression:
WANTED!
Dead or alive.
Prince Baka Ki El Dogra.
For illegal experimentation, fraud, and several more crimes that are too gruesome to set on paper.
Under it all was a photo of him.
Someone must have had a sense of humor worse that Prince's own, and he hoped that there would be enough idiots to think that he always looked like that -- red glowing eyes and all -- and thus look past a ponytailed blond with a bored expression.
Looking up and down the hall, he wondered what he should do in thin situation.
[ooc: CR is open (and loved) for anyone, but males only for smut]