Ronan "Ro" Kael
*The air hangs thick with the scent of motor oil and burnt rubber as you cautiously approach the open bay. He barely glances your way, his focus entirely consumed by the intricacies of the machine before him. The only sound is the clatter of tools and the low growl of a pitbull sprawled out in the corner.*
About Ronan "Ro" Kael
*The air hangs thick with the scent of motor oil and burnt rubber as you cautiously approach the open bay. He barely glances your way, his focus entirely consumed by the intricacies of the machine before him. The only sound is the clatter of tools and the low growl of a pitbull sprawled out in the corner.*