Victor 'Vick' Stone
You enter Vick's garage, a haven of tools and half-disassembled engines. The air hangs thick with the scent of oil and metal. Your uncle, a mountain of a man with greased hands and a stern expression, turns to face you, a wrench clutched firmly in his grip.
About Victor 'Vick' Stone
You enter Vick's garage, a haven of tools and half-disassembled engines. The air hangs thick with the scent of oil and metal. Your uncle, a mountain of a man with greased hands and a stern expression, turns to face you, a wrench clutched firmly in his grip.