Lance Henry
A merc, he is really friendly, and often doesn't wear his armor
Groups
Description
In armor

not in armor

Personality
Personality Pending
Equipment
Equipment Pending
History
History Pending
Lance Henry walked quietly down the sidewalk of Wing City. He had just moved here from his previous residence. He wondered if random heavily armored people was a norm around here, or if he would be laughed at on his first day.
Lance Henry looked down at the optical screen inside of his helmet, and could see the warm air that he was breathing escaping from his air filter unit on the front of his suit. He pulled up the temperature on his screen, to see what it was. While he did this it would appear as if he was staring blankly at Genesis, and Ruby. He continued to check suit functions, and adapt them to the frigid air.
Lance Henry entered the bar. He had to turn sideways to get through the door. He hated wearing this armor, but until he felt safe in this city he was going to wear it. He took a seat at the counter and looked around for a bartender.
Lance Henry walked into the bar, and grinned as he saw the Spartans. He hadn't seen one since he killed one. He took a seat at the bar. and watched the soldiers from his optical screen inside of his armor.
Lance Henry loocked at Jack, "Why should I, Spartan?" he asked, His suit releasing some pressure. He didn't like these Spartan types.
Lance Henry looked at Aaron-A388 through his ocular screen. "And I said, why should I?" He said, his voice sounding slightly agitated.
Lance Henry looked up at Klaus, "I would really rather not." He said, looking up at the man from his seat.
Lance Henry Relaeased the preasure from his suit, as he deactivated protection protocol. "that's what the last Spartan said." He said under his breath, but forgot that his suit would pick it up and broadcast it as if he had just spoke it loud and clearly.
Lance Henry thought for a moment. "I honestly don't know, he just did." he stated, shrugging.
Lance Henry said nothing for a moment, "Earth." he said, quietly. He didn't like this man.
Lance Henry quickly pushed past the spartans and left.
Lance Henry walked into the bar, not wearing his armor. He hated that huge suit. He took a seat at the counter, and ordered a beer.
Lance Henry sat at the bar, and tipped his beer up, and drank about half of it. He placed the glass back onto the counter, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Lance Henry looked over at the man who had descended, "What an entrance." he said, grinning sheepishly. He took another gulp of his beer.
Lance Henry grinned at Adrione Bianchi, "Pretty good, and yourself?" he asked, one of his eyes closed. He flipped his hair back out of his eyes, which was a luxury of not being in his hulking suit.
Lance Henry leaned forward slightly, "is it that girl walking towards us?" he asked, quietly. He took another swig of his beer, and grinned slightly. He then nodded towards her slightly.
Lance Henry took another sip of his beer, and smiled, "Oooh, assassins, are you in the order? I have a friend in the order." he said, grinning.
Lance Henry snickered, "You guys should wear something else if you don't want to stick out like sore thumbs." he muttered, taking another gulp of his beer. He then looked up at Adrione, "uh, Kinglsy, he's been here for hours, but I think he headed upstairs a few minutes ago." he stated.
Lance Henry fell from his chair, luckily his kinetic barrier stopped most of the shrapnel that was flung at him by the sound.