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42 years old
Columbus, Georgia
United States

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Stryker has three story lines. 1. Stryker is a ancient vampire from a alternate realm in hiding from a dark past. He owns a tattoo and piercing shop and is a tattoo and piercing artist. 2. Stryker is a regular human, owning a tattoo and piercing shop and is a tattoo and piercing artist. He used to he a bouncer, and protect those in need. 3. Stryker is a Wolfborn, the last of his clan. He was a warrior, however he has hung his armor up for a quiet life in the woods where he can run, hunt, and live his life the way he wanted
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Tiny Gladiator

Aug 4th 2020 - 7:51 PM



[Thanks for the add]
Carlos "Uno" PΓ©rez (MC)

Feb 20th 2020 - 12:40 AM


Fine Italian silks weaved and blended together creating a grey sports coat, white button up shirt and black slacks that looked classically fashionable while still being comfortable. It was a look that suited Carlos Perez well as extended a hand pushing open a glass door a small ringaling noise overhead signaling his arrival as he stepped into the tattoo parlor. Scanning the interior with his eyes he took n everything that he could the sounds of whizzing reaching his ears from the sounds of the tattoo guns. A moment goes by and then another and a large muscular man covered in tattoos calls out he would be right there. With a slight nod he walked to the side and sits in a big black leather chair his body sinking down into it.
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A dragon green and scaly caught his eye, a long curled tail ending in a red formed tip and matching giant red wings nearly as crimson as the fire it breathed. Carlos had to admit it was good work, real good work displaying a skill that surly had been mastered slowly throughout the years by somebody that was dedicated and passionate at what they do. Two large eyes slowly started to take shape each passing second they grew more and more lifelike peering into his very soul looking comparing judging. Carlos’s own eyes became distant slowly voiding themselves of any signs of emotion as he stared into those eyes flashbacks of past atrocities slowly filling his mind becoming so vivid he could recall he looks on faces as the bodies burned alive.

Another moment and he could feel himself slipping into the endless void, one that was not so easy to crawl out of. Shaking his head the middle aged Cuban snapped back into reality his mouth hanging half open a small squint in his eyes as he looked around and became more familiar with the room he was in. The joint was moderately big boasting multiple stations 4 of which occupied and bustling with activity leaving him wondering just what the place was capable of at full strength. Framed pictures of designs covered the walls on the right side each with multiple designs with names like psycho killer and demon debutant under them. Resting back in the chair Carlos takes out his phone texting what amounted to be go get some food before pressing send, this was to his driver for the day. It was rare these days that Carlos went places without some sort of driver or somebody watching his back.

You could never be too carful these days there was always somebody looking to knock off the competition even somebody as secure in his reputation as Carlos the the second in command of the largest drug cartel in Florida was not fully safe from aΒ  random dealer on the street looking to make a name for themselves. This was just the way that life was, Carlos knew this he had started from nothing he knew the hunger and the desperation to get things up and running to make ends meet and to survive. Shifting in the chair it was apparent that the Cuban was starting to get agitated with the wait his eyes shifted and hi fingers tapped upon the leather armrest, it was not long before Carlos called out Β "DΓ³nde diablos estΓ‘ Stryker?". He made sure it was just loud enough for the closest employee to hear.
The one who got away;

Sep 16th 2019 - 11:16 AM


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