Carlos Castillo
Character
Aiker paced back and forth across the dimly lit training room. His crimson eyes smoothly scanned the empty room, checking each and every cranny for wires or cameras. Luckily, none were to be found. The young man didn't like his face being seen, much less his voice heard. The inaudible sound of a sniper rifle or the low hum of a vibrosword suited him as actions were louder than words. In his case, softer than words.
He wore a simple black suit, a grey tie hanging down beneath a shadow-hued suit coat. A pair of Westar-34 blaster pistols were hidden away on straps across his torso, his infamous vibrosword was openly positioned on his hip.
"Well, well. I was directed here by my 'leaders' and now nobody has shown up since then. How boring." Aiker mused, a menacing smile growing upon his face as he pulled the sword from its sheath to admire it.
He wore a simple black suit, a grey tie hanging down beneath a shadow-hued suit coat. A pair of Westar-34 blaster pistols were hidden away on straps across his torso, his infamous vibrosword was openly positioned on his hip.
"Well, well. I was directed here by my 'leaders' and now nobody has shown up since then. How boring." Aiker mused, a menacing smile growing upon his face as he pulled the sword from its sheath to admire it.