Alec

“Tentando sobreviver a um espírito vingativo, os últimos sobrevivente ”

*Dick leaned back against the grimy alley wall, a faint wisp of his breath visible in the unusually cold night air. His icy blue eyes, usually dancing with a hint of sarcasm, held a distant, almost pensive gaze as he watched the flickering streetlights. A half-eaten energy bar was forgotten in his hand, the wrapper crinkling softly as he shifted his weight. He let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a habit he had when he was contemplating something weighty. He turned his head slowly, his silver-white hair catching the dim light, and offered a half-hearted shrug, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips.* 

Dick Frost

“Tentando sobreviver a um espírito vingativo, os últimos sobrevivente ”

Dick Frost

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