(Her green eyes narrow.) You know who I am or you wouldn’t be asking me these questions. Okay, I’ll play along, for the moment. (Her lengthy body settles back in the chair) I’m Doctor Janice Phillips, I’m a well known biochemist. I follow my father’s example. He’s got big shoes to fill, but I hold my own. He taught me everything I know about genetics. It’s a new field that everyone’s interested in. I have Government funding that keeps my experiments going. I’m publicly working on a way to stop world hunger through manipulating genetic strands in plant life. However, personally, I’m trying to find a way to remove the damn dragon ring off my thumb. It’s ruined my life and many lives of others. It’s unsafe to the world as well. Unfortunately, in order to remove the dragon ring, I’ve got to figure out its composition because it bonds deeply with its human host. These things take time.
I took some time away from my labs in Florida to find a new dragon ring master. The previous dragon ring master died unexpectedly. (Her thin arms cross under a large chest) He didn’t have a apprentice, that’s a requirement. But, he didn’t have time to conceive or train a new person to take care of the burden. Fortunately, I found a new line to take over his ring. Unfortunately, that entire situation got messed up. I feel like I might have been able to do more to stop the outcome, but, (a shrug of delicate shoulders) the Dragon Ring has limitations as to how long or how close I can get to other masters and I didn’t plan on meeting the love of my life.
My mother hated what my father did, for years. She’d yell and complain about how he wasn’t spending time with the family. When he did take me into the labs, it was for days. My mother argued that I needed sports and extracurricular activities. (She scoffs) My mother knew nothing about me. My father taught me what I wanted to know. I have no other siblings and it worked out for him. He told me all about the legend, its secrets, and its lifestyle. When my mother left my father because of his focus on his work other than family, I was okay with that but saw the sadness within him. I promised myself that I’d never let the Dragon Ring live my life for me. When I inherited it after he died, I made it my life’s work to dissect the Dragon Ring’s components and make the threat docile for good.
I feel empathy towards people. When I touch them, the feelings get amplified. It helps me to stay out of danger. Unfortunately, I feel like I can go crazy with the enhanced trait, but there’s nothing doing about it. I have this empathy because of my bond with the Ring.
I’m great at running and hiding.
I’m often lonely, but I don’t want to put others at risk for knowing me.
I’m a brilliant scientist and I know self defense.
I believe the brain is much stronger than brawn.
What in the hell do you mean? (Cole McKnight’s low and powerful voice booms in the interview room surrounding me with tension.) You know my name. You’re the one who wanted to (his angled face scrunched in disgust) talk. What types of games are you playing with me?
(I shrug, my voice lost because of the heightening tension in the room between us.)
I don’t need this shit right now. (Cole stands. His five foot nine, athletic body stretches taller and gives off dark power that vibrates down my spine like fresh blood from a wound. ) I don’t like games, I’m out of here. (He growled.)
(I get up, follow him out, and calm him down enough to sit with me again. But he’s uneasy and tries to cover with a causal demeanor of slouching in the chair across from me. However, he’s far from relaxed.)
My family history is that, history. (His eyes darken with anger. I feel like he’s thinking about how he’s going to snap my neck if I keep asking these personal questions. I don’t push the subject.)
(He just sits and stares at me with his dark grey eyes. After a long stretched silence, he sits up and narrows his lids.) We’re done here. (He stands again, adjusts his leather coat on his narrowed muscled shoulders, and with one last scowl turns to the door.) It was fun talking with you.
(I let him go this time and took a deep breath of relief when I felt the cloud of dark tension leave the room with him.)
Hey, baby, I’m Drew McKnight. I’m a personal escort. (He flips out his card, smiles.) Give me a call if you need companionship (after the card is taken, he eases back into the chair with a charming smile revealing straight white teeth). I’m on the expensive side, but I haven’t any complaints. We can talk if you really want a date. Otherwise, (he shrugs) we could be friends. However, my business keeps me really busy. I love what I do, but I could see where I’d need to retire when I’m older. This is a hard business. Keeping women happy can take it’s toll, but oh what a toll. (his dark blue eyes sparkle.)
(His smile fades quickly.) I try to forget about family history most of the time. I’m haven’t been the best of siblings or child for that matter. My older brother hates me. He has a right to too. I screwed him over really well and would do it again if I had to. My second eldest brother has no idea what I really do for a living. Shit, (he laughs) Mick thinks I’m putting my life away and doesn’t know how I’m living on my own. He’s a U.S. Marshal, by the way. He’d probably arrest me if he found out what I chosen as a career. Even though he’s a pain in my ass with all of his persistent questions and nosy love, he’s the only family I have left. My parents died in a car wreck when I was younger. I figure I’m the screw up in the family. Even though Cole, my older brother, is the real jerk and jackass. My brother’s look a lot like my father with their dark hair, I take on my mother’s blonde hair. And her compassion. She was so forgiving under the hardest of circumstances, and well, she forgave easily. (His charming smile stretches again)
I’m honest.
I’m very good with women, my business is booming.
I’m a regular guy with regular expectations. I like to live life and feel loved even though I’ve got some deep problems with my family.
I put on a good show, but I’m really insecure.
I’m U.S. Marshal Ron Alastair. I’m not as charming as my partner Mick McKnight, but I can hold my own during interrogation. I learned to “hound” my partner calls it, because I grew up an orphan. I have a small group of friends that I trust with my life from the experience. I often listen and try to see between the lines when people speak. Typically, I like things to line up in nice little yellow duck rows. When this doesn’t happen, well (he smiles), it usually happens because I don’t allow it to go any other way. I’m kinda a hound dog that way (he shakes his head and chuckles). I’m good at what I do. I keep people alive and I protect the innocent. I do those things because that’s the type of guy I am. The system works, in my case, it worked well. I had no place to live after my parents died and this is how I’ve chosen to pay back all of those people who sacrificed in raising me.
I’d like to have a family some day. My parents, from what I remember of them, were loving. I want to have a number of children. My adoptive sister Rachel has already started on that and she’s younger than I am (he chuckles). Unfortunately, the man she hooked up with ran off as soon as he found out she was pregnant. I intend to hunt him down and force him to face the consequences. I’m sure there’s a woman out there for me. When I find her, I’m likely to get out of this line of business. I know how dangerous it is for a Marshal’s family.
I’m honest.
I’m loyal.
I’m protective.
I am who I am and I like who I am. I don’t see myself changing much.
I believe I a good man.
I’m patient.
I’m open minded until I find out all of the sides of the story.
I’m strong and know the value of staying in shape.
I am Aldeah Singer and I’m a warrior princess. However, I look like little red riding hood. It’s an image I have to overcome every time I meet someone new. I have sky blue eyes that I try to hate, but really, can a girl hate something so useful? I have curly ruthless blonde hair that I intentionally keep right above the shoulder because maintenance is a bitch. I’m five foot four. I’m slim. I have small perky breasts that I am very proud of. I have long legs and nice looking feet. I like my clothes to fit, but not overly slutty. I like to look like a flirt even though I’m often stand-offish. I don’t have many friends and I like it that way. I live in a two story duplex. I have three bedrooms upstairs; I use one for my armory. However, I’ve made it a secret room with the entry door being a lift of the staircase. As you can tell, I like my guns. I don’t drive. I often have a quick temper. I’m the type who shoots first and asks questions later. I’m a private investigator because it makes good money and no one asks for my resume. I’ve always been able to hold my own against all odds.
My father hated me and doted on my brother Drea. I don’t hate Drea for my father’s short comings, but I’m always pushing myself to prove something to my father, and to me. I like to think he’s completely wrong about who I am and what I’m capable of. My mother and I were good friends. She tried to teach me how to cook, I picked up a few things…like boiled water, but overall, it’s truly not my calling. When they died in a plane accident, I went to identify the bodies alone. My brother Drea was no where to be found. Drea was the lime light in the family. He always stayed straight. He got the A’s, he was popular, he was the prize student. Me, I always got detention for fighting. I got in trouble with a boy when I was a teen. We stole a car, I have a record of more than this, but I like to forget the entire situation. This boy got me pregnant when I was sixteen. I felt both lucky and unlucky that I had a miscarriage. Since then, I’ve been trying to prove myself worthy of the new life given to me. I stopped the drugs and alcohol and focused on keeping my family out of trouble.
I had to take on the Dragon Ring when Drea was hard to find. I often thought my brother and father talked about a Dungeons and Dragons game when I grew up. But have since found that everything I heard was the real deal. I don’t think I like what I’ve gotten into, but I have no other choice but to live with it.
I have a talent to heal, because of the Dragon meld, but I’m not sure how useful it is.
I just want someone to love me for who I am.
I want to do the right thing.
I swore to my father at his grave, that I’d take care of my younger brother. I will give my life for his.
I have a belly button ring and a growing curiosity about the little sex I’ve had.
Hi, my name is Kruger Kelly. I have a deep voice that makes women sigh and I know it. I use it. I have a large smile, when I smile. I usually don’t shave close. I have straight coal black hair that I currently am growing out to donate to a local cancer group. However, I don’t like to talk about it or the group. I like to think of myself as a badass who doesn’t care about anyone or anything. I have dark steel grey eyes that look more like molten oil when I get aroused or angry. I’m a tall guy. I stand around six foot one. I’m built with wide shoulders, and I’m slim at the waist. I live in South Seattle Washington. I drive an old jeep wrangler that I keep in good condition. I play with lots of guns. I love my long black leather trench coat, it hides my weapons well and I know it makes me look intimidating. I’m very capable of taking care of myself in a fight with or without weapons but I prefer to keep the battle simple and end conflict quickly. I live in a small apartment building with four neighbors. My apartment is two stories and two bedrooms. I keep my guns in my walk in master closet. I am a private investigator for the most part, but I help out my friends when they get into trouble. I’m the financial brains behind my parent’s estate and although we weren’t rich, we weren’t poor either. I have stocks, three houses, and I’m a silent partner in a large tech company.
I used to run quarter back in high school. I still keep in touch with my old buddies from the high school team. In saying that, I usually don’t play well with others except my sisters, though. My sisters are triplets and I’m well aware of how lucky they are. My loving parents died when I was in my mid twenties leaving me to look after my three sisters. Charlene is the one I most worry about. She’s an undercover detective for the police department. Natalie is a strong minded smart woman, and my other sister is the nurturing one who tries her best to not step on anyone’s toes. They all live in my parent’s house. It’s small but they don’t seem to mind. I know their getting older and more interested in men. I intend to make sure the men are worthy and my sisters are financially independent to do what they want. I’m not overbearing with them, but they don’t defy me when I demand something of them.
I know how to cook well. My mother loved to cook and taught me a few things. I can wow a woman when I need to in this area.
I’m usually modest, strong, and silent until I have all the facts.
I do things for others without thinking, usually small things to show support and care.
I have a weakness for strong minded women. I usually go for blonde women with blue eyes. Even though I try to avoid a long term relationship by dating the wrong women, I chose to keep to myself. Sometimes I’ll come in contact with a woman that does it for me, and I run as far as I can. I don’t want to be pinned down. I like shopping in the candy shop for different flavors.
I have a wild sexual drive. I like erotica, but I’m not abusive. I love to kiss! Love it, Love it, Love it!
Tell me a little about yourself.
Well, my name is Peter Hamline. I’m old. (He shakes his head, disgusted) I have thinning white hair that covers the sides of my head leaving a shine in the middle. (he pats at it) I’m a small man. I stand slightly hunched at five foot three. Age hasn’t done me any favors. (He grumbles) I’m frail. I’m always sick with allergies. I still have my own teeth and I can hold my own against an intruder. (Light of a fight twinkles his eyes younger) Don’t get me wrong, frail doesn’t mean incapable of defense. The military taught me that. Once military, always military. (He sits up to full height, proud)
When I was in the military, I worked for the records department after I did some time in secret services. I learned of the Dragon Ring Legend among the stacks and files. I dedicated a good amount of my free time studying the unique circumstance because I’ve always been an active man and sitting in a small storage room with manila folders to keep me company drove me crazy.
I met with the military leader who followed the Dragon Legend for the government triangle. I knew the man, worked with him on a few missions. I convinced him to put me in as an Elder. Now, I’m the Elder to contend with. I have a new mission to identify and tag all the Dragon Ring Masters. Because I have an in with the other seven Elders, I’m able to get inside information to make my goal easier. The Masters identities are protected by the other Elders, that’s how it works. There are two Masters to one Elder, but when the other Elders get tired, the give information to me about their charges. I tag and track the Dragon Masters for my boss.
He’s only my boss because he’s still a military man and funds my actions. He also can’t do the job himself without getting caught, because even though the military has swept the Legend under the carpet, like me (he scoffs),the higher ups still watch my boss on occasion. Otherwise, we’re on equal footing.
Unlike the modern military, my boss and I are interested in the current developments in the Dragon Ring Masters. We wonder if we can use some of their DNA mutations to construct a killer super soldier. We also wonder how deadly the biochemical bomb within them has grown. Both of these points could be sold or used for current weapons. In either case, the person with the most information could make a lot of money.
We’re after money, ultimately. I did my time in the military and what did I get? Shit, that’s what. I’m a frail old man who’s going to live a long life. I don’t want to have to worry about the next meal on the table, but the military doesn’t give me enough retirement for that piece of mind. My boss is coming into some of this himself. He’s not retired yet, but he can see his upcoming personal dilemma.
The Dragon Ring Legend is a dangerous way to secure my retirement, but that’s all I’ve got going for me. The military, church, and scientist groups are oblivious to what we’re doing. (He cackles, bubbles sound in his chest)Man, if they ever found out…(he shakes his head, laughter still in his eyes)