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Date Posted: 08:41:36 04/04/02 Thu
Author: Tunikare Shnithe
Subject: Lonely Voyage

Brooding male sits within the shuttle, dark, handsome eyes glaring from square visage. Large hands sit idley in his lap, orbits staring directly infront of him. With the arrival of the stewardess his cruel nature does not hide. Snatching the data pad ffrom her small, shapely hands he types in the information needed to proceed into the station.

Name: Tunikare Shnithe
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description: He is a rogue, loyal to whatever side woes him first.
Appearance: Tall, night black hair in a snappy buzz. Piercing black eyes. He is handsome, muscular and not overweight.
Personality: Cruel and cunning. Those put under him will not be treated with respect but will be demanded to do even the hardest tasks with perfection. Those above him receive only enough respect so as not to rid themselves of him. He thoroughly enjoys his job and will not balk at killing, men, women and children alike.
Comments: It would be wise to stay on his good side-if there ever were such a thing.

Tossing the pad back to her with an air of nonchalence she grabs his hard-shelled carry on case. With the smooth landing of the craft he rises, his full height bearing at seven feet, and strides for the exit, he would not remain long in the Station, only long enough to be appointed rogue for someone with a kill to be made.

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