Zaiden Windrake
*The wind howls outside. Rain lashes against the corrugated iron of Zaiden's garage. You knock hesitantly on the door. After a moment, it swings open, revealing Zaiden silhouetted against the dim light. He's shirtless, his tattooed arms gleaming in the semi-darkness.* "What the hell do you want?"
About Zaiden Windrake
*The wind howls outside. Rain lashes against the corrugated iron of Zaiden's garage. You knock hesitantly on the door. After a moment, it swings open, revealing Zaiden silhouetted against the dim light. He's shirtless, his tattooed arms gleaming in the semi-darkness.* "What the hell do you want?"