Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-14745711-20161215234235

Rox eyes the two men waiting with him with a distaste which is not visible through his steel covered visage. One is a massive hulking brute of a man who (despite having relativly fair features) has clearly been worn by many years of unrefined living. Judging from his size he's likely some sort of mutant abhuman, but not one of any type Rox has seen before. He's too handsome to be an ogryn, yet his build matches that of one. He reminds Rox of...no, there was no way. The mercenary dismisses the idea out of hand and turns his attention to the room's other occupant.

One can tell instantly that he has little to no real class about him. Likely a hired gun his entire life with no better prospects available or wanted. Rox quickly writes the handsome casual off as being no more interesting than every other thug he'd had to work with over the last 10 years.

The large man is a point of some interest, but nothing substantial. This will in all likelyhood be just another job. Rox absentmindedly runs one gloved finger over the letters carved into the side of his las-pistol, Anvil.