Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141211192639/@comment-25686329-20150309192733

((Now that I think about it, this makes the Yankee... Deathstroke, I guess? ))

"You may call me The Yankee, Ms. Reid." He said, still oddly relaxed. "But if you'd be wise you'd call me Captain or Boss. Otherwise..." He sucked in a debating breath through thick, straight teeth.

"Impendo." He said casually.

He watched as the assemblage thrashed for a breif moment, in pain. He pulled a bit of fabric away from his collar and tapped his neck where the curse rune was supposed to be placed. Unsurprisingly, it was blank.

"Doesn't work on me. Sorry...?" He said.

Smugness and a lack of empathy was in the Yankee's bloodline; his father had singlehandedly, simaltaneously both improved and DECIMATED Camelot over the course of his 'stay'. Dad had blown up the Tower of Merlin on a whim, gunned down countless "enemy" knights, and ran the entire country into the future (and, more notably, into the ground).

Honestly, he stuck to his own when in school, he knew NONE of these people personally. He had, however, heard of the legend that proceeded Jane Hook. He admired her work, actually. Now that they were standing face to face, he was sure this was going to be fun.

He nodded curtly towards Jane.

((The Yankee's info is nearly done and I should transfer it to a page soon :D ))