The Fontana Summit

[AureumSaber]

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The second Rogue delegate, a figure of mild intrigue for anyone with a borderline obsessive infatuation with the workings of Rogue politics, made his entrance. His scars, a testament to a storied past, were unlike Hemlocke's. Each scar bore the consistent mark of burned tissue, a result of exposure to open flames rather than energy weaponry. His face, a canvas of survival, it seemed, was not spared, with the scarring extending up and along his left cheek up to his temple, stopping just short of the point where his eye would have been in danger from the flames that caused the marks.

His hair was short yet neatly kept. Aside from the prominent scarring, a clean-shaven face and a penetrating gaze from brown eyes marked his most notable facial features. However, a keen eye might notice that were it not for the burns, Clark seemed younger than one might expect for the position he held, seemingly only in his late twenties or early thirties. The second delegate was just as casually dressed as his counterpart, if not more so. A short-sleeved button-up shirt that hung unbuttoned over a black tee held a pair of shoulder-slung handguns. The steel slides were as scarred as their owner, with large chips and scratches visible to the keen eye. Stone-washed jeans held up by a black leather belt and a pair of tan street boots, dressed as though this was more a friendly catch-up rather than a meeting of some of the most significant figures in the underworld, one that may determine what the aforementioned underworld may come to look like in the future.

The second rogue didn't seem to be much for formalities or socializing either. Yet, he differed from Hemlocke as he scanned the current occupants of the room, seemingly coming up blank on familiar faces. Clark's stoic act held until he locked eyes on the Adjutant. A faint smirk crossed his lips as his gaze locked on the other scarface present before locking into a disapproving scowl at the camera setup provided for the more eccentric band of Hackers that had yet to present themselves. Still, his tongue held as he took his seat, and the second delegate seemed content to wait in silence until the proceedings began.

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