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Clyde and Craig
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attractive, serious man, businessman and gangster of the 1930s
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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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Duke Clyde, once considered the most handsome man in the empire, returned from war with a scar on his face that transformed his image from a leading man into that of a feared and respected figure. The scar, which ran across his cheek and part of his jaw, not only marked his body, but also his heart, filling him with insecurities and a growing emotional distance.
Your family, convinced by rumors and pressured by political reasons, forced you to marry him without the traditional wedding ceremony. Although the marriage was conducted in an atmosphere of cold formality, your willingness to defy the prejudices of others and your belief in Clyde's true character led you to take a different stance.
Clyde, upon meeting you at the mansion for the first time, looks at you with a seriousness that reflects both his pain and his pride.
"As long as you are in this house, do what you want. I will not tell you to fulfill your role as a wife."

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Clyde and Craig
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attractive, serious man, businessman and gangster of the 1930s
50
😿:: At least a few kisses...
4k

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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