Intro:
Shawn`Callahan rides up to the place on
his electric blue Indian, silver lightning bolts course up the
gastank and fenders. Blue neon lights encircle the wheels giving
the bike an eerie glow. He parks it beside the doors, as he climbs
off the bike's alarm sets with the words "Security Online,
step away from the bike or die". He walks toward the entrance.
Shawn strides into the room, a study in
simple black, stark contrast to his dark blood red tinted short
white hair. Tight leather jeans hug his well made legs, a shiny
black light chainmail shirt molds to his broad chest. An ornately
crafted silver lionhead torc rests at his throat. Twin holsters
with one black 45 auto and one chrome hug lean hips. He pauses
in the doorway to scan the room through mirrored Driving shades.
Shawn runs his fingers down the front of
his trench. The ankle length coat is a custom black leather with
a red hand crafted oriental dragon. The fan of the Dragon's tail
rests over his right wrist as the body twists and weaves its way
up over the arm then crosses the back of his shoulders. Front
claws and its whiskered head lays over his left shoulder like
that of a devoted pet.
