Gundamwing666

It was a quiet little shop in small town on a very small planet. The shop was on the small side and was cluttered and cramped. The only noticeable sounds were from the sewing machine, the radio playing country and the occasional curse that the girl would expel. When the door opened wind blew the sound of the little bell hung over the door to the area where the girl was working. A wolf that had made its bed beside the girl lifted its head and growled. Acting like a second alarm system just in case the girl didn't hear the bell or was it something else? The girl sighed, got up and plastered a smile on her face. She walked up front and froze a

Name: Alex of Maxwell Brotherhood Name: Syrian Appearance: Eyes: Crystal Blue Hair: Red w/ hints of black and blond Scars: More than enough History: Simple; Parents had enough kids, all male. Was sold during the crusades at the age of 3. Escaped 18 years later. Now general to large English army Simple? simple.  

"What?!" Syrian demanded. The men flinched. They know it was bad news but it couldn't be helped. "Let me get this strait" She glanced at the knights around the table. Her gaze hardened when they reached the King. "They've been growing in numbers for 3 days. Now there at best 10,000 more than last week and I haven't gotten informed. Then at midnight I get a messenger informing me that one of my best spies have been captured..." her rant trailed off when a dark imposing shadow entered the tent. Before any questions could asked, the question was asked that was best for a dead man. "Are you Alex of Maxwell?" As if it were even more possible, S