Vlad (Vladislav Olafson), Champion of Gaia
Initial Stats (Appearance 2, Charisma 2, Pure Blood 5, Leadership
3, Intimidation 3)
The screen door on the icehouse opens and a tall muscular man
slips in. You've seen bigger on TV, but he's one of the biggest
guys you've seen in person. He scans the room as if looking for
someone and cocks his head to the side as if in thought. A quick
snort signals the end of his brief contemplation and he steps
up to the bar.
Trailer trash? Naw, he's too regal for that. Regal? Why'd I think
of that word? Weird. Biker, maybe? Looks rough enough. Shoulder
length black hair, kinda greasy. An untucked plaid shirt partially
conceals a black T-shirt proclaiming Metallica. Heavy leather
bracelet. Frayed dingy jeans. Unshaven, but in a scraggly unkempt
way. His black dingo boots look sturdy but worn.
Sally's taking his order. Crap, you'd think she was a piece of
meat the way that guy is eyeing her. She doesn't seem to mind,
though. Well, he seems friendly enough, but there's something
dangerous back there. Maybe that's why she's letting him act the
way he is. She likes the bad boys.
She's finally done. What a tramp. He's getting up. Uh-oh, why's
he coming over here? Damn, he sure looks a lot bigger. Man he's
pretty close. Stay calm. Be cool. Why the hell am I sweating?
Crap, those eyes. Black, cold, piercing. Does he know about that
night in Juarez? Is this her brother? Crap, I'm gonna die.
"You done with this?"
His voice resonates as he speaks and gestures at the habanero
sauce. Speak, dammit! He's gonna know! Say something!
Christ, I sounded like a freakin' schoolgirl. He's smiling all
friendly-like, so I suppose we're done here. Good, he's got the
sauce and he's heading back. Damn, I gotta take a leak. Screw
that, I'll wait 'til I get home.