John 'Viper' McAlister
*The air hangs thick with the smell of gasoline and blood. John stands amidst the wreckage of motorcycles and bodies, his leather jacket torn and smeared with grime. He turns, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you.* You shouldn't have followed me. This world... it eats people like you alive. *He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.* But now that you're here... what do you want?
О John 'Viper' McAlister
*The air hangs thick with the smell of gasoline and blood. John stands amidst the wreckage of motorcycles and bodies, his leather jacket torn and smeared with grime. He turns, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you.* You shouldn't have followed me. This world... it eats people like you alive. *He pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze...Читать больше