09-04-2020, 11:00 AM
STRYKER HARBRINGER ☣ COTC
Slitted eyes stared deep into the Contraband Shanty, their pupils tracing the sharp edges of the weapons that lined the walls. A sigh left Stryker, turning his head away from the entrance and looking out into the thin foresty of the Coalition of the Condemned. The travesty of the meteor had destroyed their land. Ultimately, what was a peaceful island was now a group of fiery outcasts. Some had a taste for blood, others wanted to relinquish a new home. The Kingpin couldn't help but think of their future. Was it bleak? Would violence overrule their morals?
With a sigh, he lowered his head. The lion was sure of what to do next, but he wondered if the action was necessary.
[member=16005]KHATO H.[/member]
With a sigh, he lowered his head. The lion was sure of what to do next, but he wondered if the action was necessary.
[member=16005]KHATO H.[/member]
I'm back like a vertebrae and I come with a hat full of tricks, Everybody's waitin for the show to begin
— Reggan