Sire

Sire is cold and calculating, hardly ever displaying emotion. He is quick, decisive, and doesn't make mistakes. He has a distinct dislike of firearms and advanced weaponry, preferring old style weapons like swords and such.

Equipment

Smoke bombs, various bladed weapons, his left eye has been replaced with a cybernetic implant that allows him to access the internet, bounty lists, and cross reference faces with an ever growing database.

Sire's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 18:59:45, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire strides into the bar, an aura of icy calculation and null emotions swirl about his long, black clad legs. The cross dangling from his pale neck shimmers in the false light and tickles with each long step he takes across the threshold of this most peculiar place.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:00:15, as written by IAA_Blind

tinkles*

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:08:58, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire rolled his neck absentmindedly and stole a glance at Rose Blackwell "It's past. But be more careful, not all beings are like me." His eye's were dull with boredom as he said this, fingering the hilt protruding from the sheath at his waist. He looked back to his partner with the questioning look of one cocked, slender onyx brow.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:12:01, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire nodded and said nothing as his jaw moved casually as it chewed the piece of stale gum between his teeth. "You

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:12:16, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire 're pretty rude, you know?" he said to Rose Blackwell

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:15:30, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to halt her. "Wait one moment, miss. What do you mean a 'man like me'?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:20:51, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire 's brows knit for an instant, then resumed his emotionless expression. "I know plenty about survival. Who are you to judge someone you don't even know based on false premise?" He said, his voice void of anything but cold calculating intelligience.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:25:10, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire stared dully. "Neither do you. Everyone I knew, cared about, was butchered in front of me by monsters. I've been fighting since I was three."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:28:26, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire scoffs. "Hardly. For the first three years of my life I lived-if you could call what I did living- underground, in a slave mine."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:29:05, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire shook his head as she went and turned slowly to his partner. "Then let's sit and wait for someone who does."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:31:29, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire sat across from his ally. "Why did you choose this place?" His eyes slowly dragged over his comerade's gun. "And why do you insist on using such..." his faced flashed disgust for a moment, "Weapons."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:33:43, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire blinked. "As I with," his hand slid over his blade, "this. But with more finesse."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:38:09, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire stared dully. "If you insist." He cast a quick glance at Uchiha Sasuke, knowing his friend would track the gaze. "What about him?" the whisper barely escaped his pursed lips.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:39:55, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire blinks. "You doubt my awareness? I know that."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:46:56, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire blinked and turned his head to Rose, abit surprised. "Apology accepted."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:51:03, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire said calmly. "I see your wound has begun healing. That's good, is it not?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:53:44, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire chewed this over for half a second. "I don't mean to pry, but excuse me?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 19:56:35, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire nodded slowly. "You start these fights?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 20:02:39, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire nodded. "Drinking isn't exactly a respectable past time." he said blankly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-06 20:06:08, as written by IAA_Blind

Sire says calmly. "To each his, or her, own."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by IAA_Blind

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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