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Post by WADE KOVACS on Nov 7, 2010 15:00:10 GMT -5
NAME wade kovacs RACE syren GENDER male RELIGION tritheism AGE twenty-seven DATE OF BIRTH august first OCCUPATION outlaw
HEIGHT 192 cm WEIGHT 87 kg EYE COLOR blue-gray FACE CLAIM coyote starrk -- bleach
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The mercenary sat on the hard chair of the office, not a word slipping from his mouth. There were very few other individuals in the room with him; no one important or of note though. No surprise there. While the noticeable eye patch covered Wade's left eye, his right eye continued to keep an eye out for anything that would be important. Like what, though? Who knew, maybe a secretary; a messenger; someone who wanted payback for the last job he did against them? All Wade could do was wait for something to happen.
Wade's dark brown hair slowly moved in the gentle breeze that flowed in through an open window as his cold eye continued to look for a sign. Odd stares were given to him by the few "normal" people in the room, his attire wasn't exactly something many were used to seeing, although Wade learned to live with it. The mercenary wasn't exactly one to care about what others thought about his appearance; it was not the look that got the job done. It was the skills.
"Taking their time..." Wade mumbled to himself, leaning back on his chair and staring at the dull ceiling of the room. He had given in his form not too long ago, and he was starting to get slightly restless already; the thought of being in such an official place was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. His job wasn't exactly looked well-upon.
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