On a good day, his face is very expressive. Wide smiles that reach the eyes, an open and welcoming face. On a bad day, a rock is more expressive. He puts the phrase "stony expression" to shame. - Theo Fletcher's Profile
Talents: Management and administration, requisition and process. She is gifted in the art of bureaucracy and may very well work her way up to the Presidency someday. Also, given the proper grounds to do it, she'll fucking kill you. - Kate Gardner's Profile
Massive, nigh absurd amounts of medical knowledge. Adept at killing a person swiftly and painfully given said knowledge. - Benedetto Adessi's Profile
Rook is, if anything, a jaded brand of savvy. Whether he has validation for it or not, he comes off as a bit arrogant and tends to think he knows more than he does. - Rook Robinson's Profile
Every fibre of his being recoiled at the thought of having to stroll through the place, surrounded by people who might just decide to shank him in the head for the hell of it. But really when it came down to it, it was a choice between starving to death (going crazy for boredom while you're at it) and having your throat slit. - Theo Fletcher
"Only an idiot doesn't run when there's a chance to." Theo was one for living to avoid a fight another day, "Yes, I'd say my life is worth fighting for. I have a good track record so far, but I'm more of a writer than a fighter." He winced internally, accidently rhyming. - Theo Fletcher
Curiosity, that evil bitch-goddess, had taken hold of Theo though, "...Why?" - Theo Fletcher
I can hope my ass is made of ice cream, but that don't make me a hot-fudge sundae! - Rook Robinson, Plotting Pages under Theo
Theo flopped down into the chair opposite Rook and put on a rather terrible southern belle accent, "Oh sir, I do hope that there is a tall dark and handsome strangeah in ya'lls cahds for liddle oh me." He batted his eyelashes, then dropped the accent "I'm also hoping you're up for a drink later because I have had a particularly nasty day." - Theo Fletcher
"Theo, old bean!" he cried in an overtly jovial manner that was just as theatrical as Theo's. "I can't tell you how exhiliarting the open road is, it's like wherever I go, the funk of the ages goes with me!" Yeah, Corday knew that he smelled. - Davide Corday.
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