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Favourite genre of music: Any Rock
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Shell of choice: The ones with Ghosts in them!
Personal Quote: Dream Big. Dream True. But most of all, Dream.
#99 Solitude.After a while, enough was enough. Whitacre, resident Tremere and reluctant occult specialist of The Shadow Steps, was desperately wishing everyone else would just go away. The pack was full of slavering lunatics, mild mannered assassins, obnoxious Americans, and boisterous ruffians.#99 Solitude. by Talex-1
All with about as much sense as God gave a piss ant.
He just wished they’d go on sabbatical. Enough for him to finish reading his new copy of “Irregular arithmetic; Conjecture on complex equations.” It was quaint, considering that the ancient Greeks had disc-
“TRENT! How do you keep getting my clothes?!” Whitacre thanked all that be that her voice was not shrill.
“C’mon Amy, you have to admit zis blouse looks better on me.” Trent’s voice was an irritation simply on principle, the little deviant. Whitacre despised him. Invariably.
Then there was the constant shuffling, scuttling, and scraping sounds coming from Rowe’s room. The infernal ‘takta
#53 Keeping a Secret.Fleet Admiral Scion, councilwoman of medical in Ironwolf Fleet Systems, and the most skilled geneticist this side of a Gene-Splicer, was ironically staring at what was undoubtedly their work on the holo-screen in front of her.#53 Keeping a Secret. by Talex-1
I.W.F.S had several run-ins with the enigmatic and malevolent beings, enough to recognize their tell-tale signs in the genetic sample that she had taken from one Captain Fariya Dayton.
The Captain was a sort of liaison for I.W.F.S in the Anvil galaxy. As the fleet was new to The Three Galaxies, she had valuable Intel on the surrounding area and the political and socio-economical demographics.
However, all attaché’s to I.W.F.S have to go through a physical, medical, and sometimes psychological scan just to circumvent these issues. The Captain was a personal associate of Grand Admiral Patricia Gracen, so some things just got pushed through.
This was not something that would be overlooked.
Admiral Scion held the data pad with her findings against her ch
#13 A Dark Fate.Charles Avery Whitacre could have been considered a man whom could be envied. He was a born gentleman at the height of Victoria’s empire. He attended one of it’s finest schools, had an established career and some say brilliance in teaching arithmetic, and had a wonderful marriage to a wealthy merchant’s daughter. He had three beautiful, intelligent, and charming children, a lovely home, and great standing in the community.#13 A Dark Fate. by Talex-1
He was talented himself- a sharp mind, a sharper wit, a distinguished and handsome form, and the happy circumstance to not be a complete bore as scholars are normally want.
As lovely as it sounds, all was not well. After all, it was said he COULD have been considered.
Whitacre’s life was defined by loss, death, tragedy it seemed. His mother died to give him breath. His father, embittered, was cold and terribly formal to the son he found to be less than the wife he lost. Charles had been at Oxford for only a year when his father hung himself in