Phindin

Dr. Greye stopped at what looked like the main entrance to the Breed base. He stroked his chin, inspecting it thoughtfully. Slowly he rose his arm and rapped his knuckles ...

(Since JFW's call was rather left hanging, I'll give it somewhere to go.) [Aidan] Dad was acting rather odd, and I was sick of it. Everything seemed to be odd ...

(Back in black… again. I've always wanted to try an evil scientist villain. =P) Name: Dr. Anson Greye Race Human Age: 51 Team: Neither, at the moment. Background: Once worked ...

[Aidan] Bothering her? I'd spent all those years… bothering her? That didn't seem right. But apparently that was a common theme. Shaking my head, I slowly made my way back ...

[Aidan] Something was wrong. The Donovans' place was silent as a tomb, and that wasn't normal at all. Odd that I hadn't noticed it before, but then it had only ...

(Ah. Well. Maybe I'll come up with another villain or something. I guess we'll see. =P)

Name: Aidan Miller Age: 18 Birthday: April 17th Hair: Black, medium length Eyes: Hazel Complexion: Somewhat pale, though not overly so. Appearance: Average height, about 5'10''-11'' with a slight buil

(That works. I was thinking about dropping this anyway. Sorry. D=) The shot fired. Walter buckled back; the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell. Fell… Dead before ...

Walter was baffled. "Do you…? What…?" Walter's fist trembled as he squeezed his gun, though not yet pulling the trigger. "I'm the one asking the questions, dammit! You useless, useless ...

Walter growled, grinding his teeth. "Sure you know something ," he snapped. "You know this isn't a toy, yes? I can kill you with it. Easily. Surely you know that. ...

Keeping his gun trained Monanoke, Walter narrowed his eyes. "Yes, that's right," he breathed. "That sun won't do shit to me." He licked his lips, pondering. "I could kill you ...

Walter spat blood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned around. The girl that had hit him was still there, not moving. Still. Still as a ...

(I'd say Walter's more expendable than Drake--Drake actually has a chance to deepen as a character, while Walter does not. But I guess we'll just see how it plays out, ...

Walter titled his head--was it possible in all the madness that they had really forgotten about him? No matter. His orders were to kill Drake, and kill him he would. ...

As soon as Walter hit the ground, he swept back, sucking greedily at the air. Then, with pistol still pointed at Alana, he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. "Aw," Walter ...