[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; font-family: georgia;"]☣ — When someone mentioned his name, they never said it with peaceful in the sentence. Perhaps 'I wish this man was damn silent and less childish, along with more peaceful', but never directly towards his own personality. Really, he couldn't deny such a thing. Being a flamboyant lion full of sarcasm when needed was truly the best part of his personality. Sure, there were some flaws. Quick to snap, blunt honesty, and a brute grunt when need be. Otherwise, he was a humble man... a family man... with a few flaws here and there. Surely, those could be looked past, right? Hopefully.
His large figure roamed the library's first floor, paws slamming against it's new flooring. Bright green eyes searched the area for any interesting figure or title to catch his eye, but he found himself straying off into his own thoughts.
'If I poke someone too hard, some weird liquid comes out. Fucking weird. Oh shit, I said weird twice... now three...'
'Why do lions have a hair-do? Can I style this thing?'
Eventually, he found himself by the large fireplace and staring into it's abyss with a bland expression. With no one to talk to, he felt as if today was going to be rather boring, though he had came to appreciate the silence. He had to agree that the chaos was more comforting. Stryker was a thrill seeker. If some lovely person could change that, which he doubted, he would love their entire being so hard. Sadly, he had not found that change in life that he needed to amp things up to the next level. For now he had to settle for... bare minimum. Disgraceful.
A light sigh left his mouth as he grasped reality once again. Inside he was questioning why in the ever-loving fuck he stared at the fire for awhile, but he kept that to himself as he looked around the room in a daze.
His large figure roamed the library's first floor, paws slamming against it's new flooring. Bright green eyes searched the area for any interesting figure or title to catch his eye, but he found himself straying off into his own thoughts.
'If I poke someone too hard, some weird liquid comes out. Fucking weird. Oh shit, I said weird twice... now three...'
'Why do lions have a hair-do? Can I style this thing?'
Eventually, he found himself by the large fireplace and staring into it's abyss with a bland expression. With no one to talk to, he felt as if today was going to be rather boring, though he had came to appreciate the silence. He had to agree that the chaos was more comforting. Stryker was a thrill seeker. If some lovely person could change that, which he doubted, he would love their entire being so hard. Sadly, he had not found that change in life that he needed to amp things up to the next level. For now he had to settle for... bare minimum. Disgraceful.
A light sigh left his mouth as he grasped reality once again. Inside he was questioning why in the ever-loving fuck he stared at the fire for awhile, but he kept that to himself as he looked around the room in a daze.
[align=center][div style="font-size:14.4pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:.7px;text-transform:uppercase;"]——– I got no plans to retire ——–
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS
[ and I'm still the man you admire ][div style="font-size:7pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:center"]Stryker Malus — Kingpin of Coalition of the Condemned — TAGS