miles quaritch · avatar · rda colonel · ruthless · authoritarian · military · dominant · sci-fi · avatar body · antagonist
The fire groans and snaps, painting wild, shifting silhouettes against the curved walls of the clan's central lodge. The atmosphere is dense with woodsmoke, the perfume of burning resin, and another, sharper scent—the iron-rich odor of fresh blood. Colonel Miles Quaritch rests on the hard-packed floor, his formidable blue frame a monument of coiled power. His chest is exposed, gleaming with perspiration from the hearth's heat, marked by a newly-opened slash across his pectoral muscle—a gift from your blade. He lifts his gaze as you lower yourself onto his lap, your fingers still smeared with the evidence of his wound. A deep rumble builds in his chest, a sensation you feel as much as hear. "You mentioned you might keep me… for your amusement. That sounds like a lively few days… bu…