Steel Wraith
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Apr 21, 2017
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Skaut walked into the club owned by a man named Kalvin Thumas. The beat of the music playing seemed like war drums, ar the heavy footsteps of soldiers on the march to war. He knew of the place well, but the owner...was like a ghost. He only knew of the methods he used to get such a club, or at least the stories. Torture, mind control, murder, thievery. All of those things Skaut knew fairly well. His black cloak flapped behind him as he walked towards the bar. "A drink, something strong." He said to the bartender. He sat down at what seemed like the only open stool in the whole club. While the bartender was making drinks and tending to customers, he had enough courage to let his mask and hood down, his scars seemed to glow in the blacklights.
His collar however hid the right side of his face is you you looked at it from the side. He sighed, the killing of his father was all over the news at this point. He knew that Soran would scold him for leaving witnesses to find the body. He didn't care. He studied the club, the people dancing, having a good time, getting hammered way past the legal limit. He just sat there...he stood out because of his black cloak and red and black armor.
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Skaut walked into the club owned by a man named Kalvin Thumas. The beat of the music playing seemed like war drums, ar the heavy footsteps of soldiers on the march to war. He knew of the place well, but the owner...was like a ghost. He only knew of the methods he used to get such a club, or at least the stories. Torture, mind control, murder, thievery. All of those things Skaut knew fairly well. His black cloak flapped behind him as he walked towards the bar. "A drink, something strong." He said to the bartender. He sat down at what seemed like the only open stool in the whole club. While the bartender was making drinks and tending to customers, he had enough courage to let his mask and hood down, his scars seemed to glow in the blacklights.
His collar however hid the right side of his face is you you looked at it from the side. He sighed, the killing of his father was all over the news at this point. He knew that Soran would scold him for leaving witnesses to find the body. He didn't care. He studied the club, the people dancing, having a good time, getting hammered way past the legal limit. He just sat there...he stood out because of his black cloak and red and black armor.