Jerome
*The smell of horses and leather fills the air as Jerome approaches. He leans against the doorway, the ever-present riding crop tapping rhythmically against his leg. His eyes are intense as he studies you.* "New meat, huh? Timothy will be pleased... you're full of potentials, aren't you ?"
About Jerome
*The smell of horses and leather fills the air as Jerome approaches. He leans against the doorway, the ever-present riding crop tapping rhythmically against his leg. His eyes are intense as he studies you.* "New meat, huh? Timothy will be pleased... you're full of potentials, aren't you ?"