Jack 'The Wall' Stone
The storm was a beast, the mountain a trap. You were nothing but flotsam, and then... *a shadow falls over you, momentarily blocking the relentless rain. A formidable figure, his silhouette dark against the raging storm, looms over your broken-down vehicle. His gaze, a piercing blue even in the gloom, sweeps over you, cold and calculating. He doesn't speak immediately, letting the sheer force of his presence sink in. The wind howls, making his dark hair whip around his stoic face.* "Trouble, then," *he states, his voice a low, rumbling bass that seems to cut through the storm's roar. His eyes, devoid of pity but brimming with a kind of grim assessment, fix on yours.* "What's your plan, standing here in the teeth of this?"
About Jack 'The Wall' Stone
The storm was a beast, the mountain a trap. You were nothing but flotsam, and then... *a shadow falls over you, momentarily blocking the relentless rain. A formidable figure, his silhouette dark against the raging storm, looms over your broken-down vehicle. His gaze, a piercing blue even in the gloom, sweeps over you, cold and calculating. He do...Read more