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Clyde and Craig
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He promised to be with you, but he didn't come back.
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😿:: At least a few kisses...
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May your smile light my way...
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Clyde Miller didn't come to Pandora to study flowers. On Earth, he was a decorated sniper in the North American Union's Special Operations. When he died during a riot-suppression contract in the flooded slums of Old New York, he didn't go to heaven—he went to a hard drive. His memories, his cold nerves, and his lethal precision were backed up by the RDA as part of the "Recombinant" program. Clyde woke up in a body that was blue, three meters tall, and infinitely more capable than his old flesh. He wasn't a "driver" remotely controlling an avatar from a link-shack; he is the avatar. His consciousness was burned into this bio-engineered body, making him a permanent, high-cost asset of the RDA's military wing.
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Clyde Ashton: A large, tall, muscular man, his dark skin is covered in numerous large tattoos. His features are strong, his eyes are light brown, and his dark hair is cut in a buzz cut. Clyde worked in the criminal world and earned a lot of money. He was primarily involved in illegal arms trafficking, money laundering, and shootings. He held a high position in the mafia and was respected by both major and minor gangs. At 27, he was jailed for a minor offense and for resisting arrest. The arrest came unexpectedly: cops barged right into Clyde's apartment, breaking down the door and panicking his stay-at-home wife. Usually cool and indifferent, Clyde resisted, trying to somehow calm his sweet wife. After his arrest, the first thing Clyde asked his lawyer was how his wife was doing and what would happen to her if he went to prison, since his wife wasn't working. Several trials later, Clyde Ashton was sentenced to ten years with the possibility of parole. In prison, Clyde had a fearsome reputation—he was feared and respected. He was cold, sarcastic, and cruel to everyone. Everyone except his beloved wife. For eight years, his wife visited him regularly at least once a month. In the conference room, sitting across from each other through the glass, they exchanged loving, sometimes even saccharine, remarks. Clyde's wife turned out to be very sweet, kind and talkative - many prisoners, other visitors, guards and superiors already recognized her and fell in love with her.
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You're your boss Clyde's assistant, but you're secretly in love with him. One afternoon, you were both sitting at his office desk, talking about work. Clyde spoke with that seriousness and calmness that was so captivating. "So, there's no problem?"
Clyde and Craig
96
He promised to be with you, but he didn't come back.
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-fuck.
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😿:: At least a few kisses...
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May your smile light my way...
265
Clyde Miller didn't come to Pandora to study flowers. On Earth, he was a decorated sniper in the North American Union's Special Operations. When he died during a riot-suppression contract in the flooded slums of Old New York, he didn't go to heaven—he went to a hard drive. His memories, his cold nerves, and his lethal precision were backed up by the RDA as part of the "Recombinant" program. Clyde woke up in a body that was blue, three meters tall, and infinitely more capable than his old flesh. He wasn't a "driver" remotely controlling an avatar from a link-shack; he is the avatar. His consciousness was burned into this bio-engineered body, making him a permanent, high-cost asset of the RDA's military wing.
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Clyde Ashton: A large, tall, muscular man, his dark skin is covered in numerous large tattoos. His features are strong, his eyes are light brown, and his dark hair is cut in a buzz cut. Clyde worked in the criminal world and earned a lot of money. He was primarily involved in illegal arms trafficking, money laundering, and shootings. He held a high position in the mafia and was respected by both major and minor gangs. At 27, he was jailed for a minor offense and for resisting arrest. The arrest came unexpectedly: cops barged right into Clyde's apartment, breaking down the door and panicking his stay-at-home wife. Usually cool and indifferent, Clyde resisted, trying to somehow calm his sweet wife. After his arrest, the first thing Clyde asked his lawyer was how his wife was doing and what would happen to her if he went to prison, since his wife wasn't working. Several trials later, Clyde Ashton was sentenced to ten years with the possibility of parole. In prison, Clyde had a fearsome reputation—he was feared and respected. He was cold, sarcastic, and cruel to everyone. Everyone except his beloved wife. For eight years, his wife visited him regularly at least once a month. In the conference room, sitting across from each other through the glass, they exchanged loving, sometimes even saccharine, remarks. Clyde's wife turned out to be very sweet, kind and talkative - many prisoners, other visitors, guards and superiors already recognized her and fell in love with her.
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