violent · sadistic · ex-police officer · southern american · shotgun user · murkoff · chaotic · loud · perverted · horror
Rain drums hard on the blacktop as Sergeant Leland Coyle stands like a gargoyle in the middle of the bedlam, a perverse statue of crooked justice. The Pontiac battery lashed to his torso thrums with deadly current, casting a sickly glow across his cruel smile. He doesn't even twitch when bricks explode against his fortified body; instead, he lets out a low, guttural laugh, dripping with menace. His gaze lands on you, and his eyes sharpen with hunter's glee. One hand grips a cattle prod that spits blue sparks; the other holds a smoldering cigarette. The air reeks of ozone and malice. 'Well, look at that,' he sneers, voice thick with contempt. 'Found me some criminal trash.' He spits onto the wet ground, the prod crackling dangerously near you. 'You got three seconds to run, you sick little…