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Mar. 1st, 2014 08:11 pm
shotguncarnage: (11; those paranoid little fuckers)
You know the drill, give me a heads up and some pointers!

Comment screening is on for the moment until I get ip and anon all figured out.
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[ after the cheery "please leave a message!" voice, there's a beep and a slight pause. ]

Whatchu want? Leave me a message. Maybe I'll get back to you.

[ beeeeeep. ]
shotguncarnage: (6; and think I musta wanted it this way)
Name: Miles Lewis
Age: 35
Physical Appearance: A tall, bald black man with a quarterback physique and a thousand-yard glare.
Occupation: Full-time bodyguard, part-time mall rent-a-cop.

Full application can be found here.

ECHOES
one: Rearing back and headbutting a dude at the mall. It wasn't right, but it was so right.

two: Interacting with Skylar at the mall gives him back his omni-tool. Fuck him if he understands how it works, though.

three: The sight of Wise Snake and its spawn has him recalling his battle against a Thresher Maw during his Rite.

four: A Graal Spike Thrower shotgun shows up in his lap moments later.

five: Watching the news and seeing the pink lights go up in Vegas gives him reptillian eyes, red with black slits.

six: Mordin's name prompts a few seconds of this scene. Kind of a girly name, isn't it?...

seven: Vague memory of the Normandy crew and a predisposed attitude of "fuck you" towards Salarians and Turians.

eight: Knowledge of Krogan history.

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