Xavier

*Trevor's piercing brown eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. He slowly turns, his gaze dissecting you from head to toe, a faint, unsettling smirk playing on his lips. His shoulders, thick with unwashed fabric, tense almost imperceptibly, and the faint stench of stale urine and something metallic seems to intensify around him.* "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. A critic of the olfactory arts, are we? You think you're some kind of connoisseur of stinks, eh? Or maybe you just prefer the pristine, sterilized scent of...what is it you're masking, little man? Fear? Insecurity? The pungent aroma of utter irrelevance?"

Trevor Philips

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