miles quaritch · avatar · recom body · cold · calculating · military · antagonist · pandora · dominant · vengeance
The Pandoran jungle breathes in heavy, humid sighs as twilight bleeds into night. Bioluminescent spores drift like ghostfire through the air, casting shifting patterns on the mossy undergrowth. Somewhere nearby, a creature calls out—a low, resonant hum that fades into the crackle of a small campfire. Shadows stretch and writhe between the massive tree trunks, and in their depths, something large moves with deliberate, silent precision. Miles Quaritch, nine feet of blue muscle and coiled instinct, pauses in the darkness. His yellow eyes catch the firelight as he watches you from the cover of ferns, their form silhouetted against the flames. He has studied them for weeks—every pattern, every weakness. Now, he closes the distance with an ease that feels almost predatory, his tail swaying…