Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-25924729-20161229053754

Out of the sparse wasteland surrounding the mountain, a long cloud of brown dust blew up from a distant road, visible from miles away in the still landscape. If one looked closely enough, they would see a sleek red chopper with a red haired boy on it's back swiftly approaching.

Renting the bike had not been cheap. Flashy no doubt, the way he liked presenting himself, but hard on his already slim wallet. Business was slow lately, few customers visited in his shop back in Vale, which was why he had taken this job for a certain Señor Gillian...

Drawing close to the house now, the rider smoothly skidded to a stop, got off the bike and leaned on it, arms crossed in a nonchalant manner. The dust cloud still lingered in the air behind him, creating a most dramatic backdrop for his entrance.

The boy tipped his hat to Gillian, a cunning smirk on his lips... "Leon Von Feuer, at your service."