Earth before, but now in Mars.
Teams: Inter Milan
He’s here to keep surveillance a man named Luke Stormbringer, in fact he’s been studying him for the past 2 years down to the most minor detail. The peculiar name of Stormbringer is coincidentally the same as the aircraft where the man who was supposed to bring salvation to mankind boaded, and then crashed mysteriously. “Great family name, ‘Stormbringer’ leading to the death of mankind’s salvation, irony at its best", he would always mock as his own name after the alledged accident.
Truth be told his journey weren't always entirely disastrous; he’s had his share of heart breaks and failures, but his soft round eyes and mild mannerisms has brought him fortune if you asked the women he’s had in the Southwest side of the town. His hair dark unfazed by the sands of the desert; his deep telling eyes penetrating yet soulful, and his chiseled jaw line makes him look as rugged as his reputation. He has a long and bumpy nose and he love wearing his melting smile as much as he loves his cowboy hat, he is proud of that smile, one that got him out of more jams than his duel chrone revolver situated on his waist just as he likes it.
He’s a man of action, anyone with a keen eye can tell by the rough surface on his knuckles, in fact, he seems to have enjoyed being in the center of the action. The young detective continues to scan his target, "No ring", observed the young detective, “Just like the files says” he thought to himself.
Since the tragic end to Stormbring’s wife, the covenant of marriage was too heavy a burden to bear even for a great man like Luke Stormbringer, if anyone who deserves to lose faith with the idea of perfection, a ring, unbreakable circular unity, it was Luke. He knew after loosing her he could never be perfect again.
After seeing the real Stormbringer being the personification of documents he’s studied for this assignment, the young detective felt more relaxed, as if a student frantic before the exam but finding relieve when the test has identical questions on the materials he studied. But his eyes haven’t relaxed; stalking its prey almost unblinkingly, he was inexperienced, but never careless.
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