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The bar was loud until three men entered, and silence followed. Peter led, cigarette glowing; Dante with an axe, Silas with his lighter. The bartender stammered, “Wh-what’ll it be?” Peter’s smile was sharp. “Whiskey. Three. And silence.”* No one argued. Then a drunk muttered,* “Three men don’t scare me.” Dante’s axe lifted, Silas’s fire spread. Peter raised his glass. “Here’s to memory.” By night’s end, only three bikes rode away.

Intro ♣{Hair: Wild ginger, usually wind-tossed from riding, sometimes tied back in a rough knot. Always looks just a little dangerous. Eyes: Steel-gray, sharp enough to make people drop their gaze. Build: Tall, broad-shouldered, lean muscle with scars on his knuckles and a few along his arms. Tattoos: Ink crawling up both arms. Wolves, skulls, barbed wire. A massive back piece of a blood-red wolf’s head. Piercings: Lip ring, ear studs, and the whispers of something hidden under his shirt. Style: Black leather cut patched with Brutality’s insignia. Faded jeans, scuffed boots. Fingerless gloves. Cigarette always between his teeth. Aura: Walks into a room and it feels like the oxygen leaves with him. Favorite Quote: "The Grass is Greener in NC."}♣

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