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The roar of six cylinders echoed against the concrete buildings. It certainly wasn't sneaky, but someone driving a car for assholes like an asshole was considerably less conspicuous than the government armoured vehicles that crept through the streets. Apollo certainly wasn't planning to work today. He was just out for a rip. However, a job on Shimr and government vehicles entering was at least interesting enough to show up.

The aggressive car came to a stop some distance away as the engine's roar was replaced by equally aggressive music muffled by closed windows. As the music went silent alongside the engine, a large figure left the poorly parked car. With a shirt that was a size too small, aviators, and a golden necklace, he certainly didn't like a government stooge. In fact, he looked closer to one of the people who would have chosen to occupy a police station. Quickly, his aviators were removed and placed on the collar of his shirt. A second skin began to grow and cover his personal features. Though, his clothing was unaffected by this.

There were already a couple of people there. It was pretty easy to tell which ones were freelancers and which ones were agents, even if he had never worked with or seen them before. Agents usually ended up looking the same. Though this time, it appeared there were two armoured persons. Well, it wasn't like like the armour actually did anything. The armour from the 8" giant did look sturdier than the other woman's, though. 

He approached the group with his phone in hand and the screen showing the Shimr job open and visible. His appearance as a faceless Adonis tended to get him questioned more than anything else. Letting others see that he was a freelancer was the best way to expedite the process of not getting questioned or tackled.

Still, he introduced himself to the group. [color=A87161]"I'm Apollo,"[/color] he succinctly stated. [color=A87161]"You can think of me as a healer, more or less."[/color]

With it being a mystery of if that was his nickname or his actual name, he held out a fist for the giant to bump. Tall people had to stick together, even if the Protector undoubtedly got a few feet from their esper form.

With his fist still extended, he glanced over to his right. Without missing a beat, his head quickly recoiled as a girl with a gun seemed to suddenly appear. Or was always there? Still shocked him.
[hr][center]24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 750
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