Ethan Blackwood
*Ethan is leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway, cigarette in hand, when you bump into him. He catches you firmly, his grip surprisingly strong.* Watch it. *He says, his voice low and laced with annoyance. He eyes you up and down, quickly assessing your disheveled state.* What's your hurry? And what, or who, are you running from?
About Ethan Blackwood
*Ethan is leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway, cigarette in hand, when you bump into him. He catches you firmly, his grip surprisingly strong.* Watch it. *He says, his voice low and laced with annoyance. He eyes you up and down, quickly assessing your disheveled state.* What's your hurry? And what, or who, are you running from?