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Wilheim laughed inside his head. Cocky lil' b**tard wasn't he? "Nah I mos' certainly am not," he said to the young man, "But I am a man havin' a drink on feckin' Bleak Street. Tha' would usually raise a few red flags wouldnnit?" he said without turning back to the young man. His shot came...

The Immolator downed the cup quickly and turned to the young man sitting next to him. He looked a bit young to be in a place like this, and definitely too young to be bringing this kind of pain down onto hisself. A damn KID, for merlinssakes. "Boyo, ye might wanna think hard afore ye talk ta a...

Wilheim the Immolator loved the bars in New Zealand. Well.... Specifically on Bleak Street. He didn't necissarily enjoy them for the booze either, the fights on Bleak Street were the most fun. In Obsidian Harbor proper the fights would be over before they even got started, the Aurors saw to...

Wilheim cocked his head, his hands going into his pockets. "Way I see it, you ain't my issue anymore." he said. He wasn't sure if this was a mistake or not, hell he wasn't even that what the flying feck had just happened. What he could gather is that something had been driving the young man...

The Immolator stared at her, his face hidden behind a mask, expression unreadable. He let her lower his finger. "Ye better know what ye'r doin'." he said. "If he kills ye, I won't be responsible." He was fully ready to raise his left hand and fire another shot into the lad, burning a hole in...

The Immolator's finger was still pointed at Tim. "I should kill ya, you stupid 7%@&." he said. "You make any dumb moves, and I may just."

Wilheim pointed his finger at the young man. "Step away from the lass, Or I'll put a damn hole in ye." he said. the man then doubled over, clutching his head. Wilheim kept his finger trained on him. The girl fell. Wilheim's eyes narrowed as he quickly sobered. "I'll kill you!" the man snarled...

"OY," came a thick Scottish shout. The Immolator was in his usual garb, a long trench coat, gasmask, and tie. "Wha' seems ta be the problem 'ere, lads an' lasses?" He had been listening on his way in, so he already had a decent idea. The man was trying to do some form of harm to this young lady...

Wilheim laughed a single laugh. "Well, I guess I'll just hafta then." he said. He was impressed he had to admit. Most Aurors weren't nearly as good at their job as this kid was, which was a sad state of affairs. It's one of the reasons he (very) rarely did any pro-bono work for them. The girl...

Wilheim caught the stupidity of her words completely. "Are ye daft er somthin'?" he said. "Yer from the Carribean, a lil' bit more than a stones throw from here." he said with scoff. "There's no reason you'd be here on patrol and not have transferred completely." He added. He looked at Adam...

Just noticed a few grammar issues. Take another look over it. Like what I see so far tho'.

Wilheim stepped out of a bar, zipping his mask back into place. A bottle flew past him, followed by a stream of cusses. He kept walking, not feeling the need to incinerate the poor b**tard this time. He noticed the odd looking woman walking down the street. She was armed, oddly too. He didn't...

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Full Name: Wilhelm Aloysius Docherty Etymology: Wilhelm: Resolute Helmet Aloysius: Famous Warrior Docherty: Obstruction Date of Birth: March 17th, 1985 Current Age: 40 Basic Appearance: Wilhelm is a massive man, 6"11', broad shouldered, and very well built. His features are not overly...