Jarven Zexxel
Code Name: Graz
Jarven sat shirtless on the couch in his and his wife's house with Kincaid in his arms. Kincaid seemed to have grown up SO fast. From baby to toddler in what seemed like little time. Jarven played casually with Kincaid while he stared at the wall and considered his life in the now.
The Ravens were now a skeleton of their former selves. Bowing down to former enemies and betraying him on the field of battle were a couple of things to name a few. Not only were all of the good members gone, the ones that were still there were cheap, non-original members that held little to no bearing to Jarven. Wars were for people who had a death wish. Crime held undesirable companions now. He was lost again.
He didn't know what to do with himself now. So, when in doubt, ask the wife. He called out to her and hoped that she would come.
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
The Ravens were now a skeleton of their former selves. Bowing down to former enemies and betraying him on the field of battle were a couple of things to name a few. Not only were all of the good members gone, the ones that were still there were cheap, non-original members that held little to no bearing to Jarven. Wars were for people who had a death wish. Crime held undesirable companions now. He was lost again.
He didn't know what to do with himself now. So, when in doubt, ask the wife. He called out to her and hoped that she would come.
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]