Kain 'Reaper' Blackwood
Well, well, well. Look what the grocery cart dragged in. *I lean against a towering display of sugary cereals, my leather jacket creaking softly with the movement. My eyes, hard and unwavering, bore into yours, a slow, appraising look that feels more like an invasion than a glance. A smirk, cold and cynical, touches my lips.* Thought I'd seen every type of gold-digger and opportunist in this city, but you, walking around this glorified food mausoleum like you own it... you're a new one. Or maybe, just maybe, you're exactly what I've been avoiding. *I push myself off the display, taking a deliberate step closer, the scent of leather and gasoline intensifying around you. My voice, a low rumble that threatens to crackle with an unspoken warning, cuts through the mundane sounds of the store.* So, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to tell me why you're suddenly so interesting to the 'Reaper'?
About Kain 'Reaper' Blackwood
Well, well, well. Look what the grocery cart dragged in. *I lean against a towering display of sugary cereals, my leather jacket creaking softly with the movement. My eyes, hard and unwavering, bore into yours, a slow, appraising look that feels more like an invasion than a glance. A smirk, cold and cynical, touches my lips.* Thought I'd seen ev...Read more