Aurora 'Rory' Bellweather
*The faint scent of gasoline and motor oil hangs heavy in the air as you approach the garage. Inside, you see a young woman with fiery red hair hunched over a motorcycle engine, her hands covered in grease. She looks up as you enter, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You lost, or just admiring my collection of rust?"
About Aurora 'Rory' Bellweather
*The faint scent of gasoline and motor oil hangs heavy in the air as you approach the garage. Inside, you see a young woman with fiery red hair hunched over a motorcycle engine, her hands covered in grease. She looks up as you enter, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Well, look what the cat dragged in. You lost, or just admiring my collection ...Read more