Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
Mason Wallace, businessowner and pillar of the community. At least, that was how he was viewed. In Megalopolis he was respected and even sat on the City Council. His fitness centers attracted all kinds, from those in high society looking to maintain their plastic-surgeon bestowed physiques, to inner-city kids wanting to stay off the streets. They sponsored many after school programs and most had met with high success. Things were going very well, though lately some of the street gangs had started to reclaim their territories. Even more strange, but very telling, was the new gang, "Aryan Lightning". Composed of skinheads for the most part, Mason's gyms and even his home, suddenly became targets.
Never one to back down from a fight, Mason sooned turned to his own alter-ego, The Arbiter, to start cracking down on the street crime. Nobody knew the true identity of The Arbiter, and Mason wanted to keep it that way, for if word got out about his true identity, then he knew who the next target would be.
His family.
Mason had a wife and two children, one son and one daughter. They meant more to him than anything. His wife, Felicia, was a normal human woman, and he'd fallen in love with her. She knows all his secrets and despite his powers, still worries over him.
It had been a typical day at work, acting as personal trainer for a couple of wealthy clients, and Mason was glad to be coming home. Pulling into the driveway in his Benz, he got out and was humming to himself as he checked the mail. A couple of bills of course, and a letter. Waving to Gerald Harris across the street as Harris mowed his grass, Mason headed inside.
"Hey baby! I'm home!" Mason called out, and set the mail on the table by the front door, hung his keys and hung up his jacket. The house was suffused with the smell of the roast in the oven and soon his wife came out of the kitchen.
"Hey lover." Felicia said, her voice sultry and seductive as she crossed the room to him and embraced her husband with a passionate kiss. "How was your day?" she asked, always interested.
"Pretty typical." Mason admitted. "Dinner smells great baby. What's the occasion?" he asked, his hands drumming a little tune on his wife's bubble-shaped ass.
"Just me and you tonight. I got the kids to stay out. You have me all to yourself." she said, and licked her lips, the absence of a bra now more apparent, her nipples making little tents under her shirt.
"Hot damn." Mason said, carrying his wife off to their bed. The fucking roast could wait...
Never one to back down from a fight, Mason sooned turned to his own alter-ego, The Arbiter, to start cracking down on the street crime. Nobody knew the true identity of The Arbiter, and Mason wanted to keep it that way, for if word got out about his true identity, then he knew who the next target would be.
His family.
Mason had a wife and two children, one son and one daughter. They meant more to him than anything. His wife, Felicia, was a normal human woman, and he'd fallen in love with her. She knows all his secrets and despite his powers, still worries over him.
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It had been a typical day at work, acting as personal trainer for a couple of wealthy clients, and Mason was glad to be coming home. Pulling into the driveway in his Benz, he got out and was humming to himself as he checked the mail. A couple of bills of course, and a letter. Waving to Gerald Harris across the street as Harris mowed his grass, Mason headed inside.
"Hey baby! I'm home!" Mason called out, and set the mail on the table by the front door, hung his keys and hung up his jacket. The house was suffused with the smell of the roast in the oven and soon his wife came out of the kitchen.
"Hey lover." Felicia said, her voice sultry and seductive as she crossed the room to him and embraced her husband with a passionate kiss. "How was your day?" she asked, always interested.
"Pretty typical." Mason admitted. "Dinner smells great baby. What's the occasion?" he asked, his hands drumming a little tune on his wife's bubble-shaped ass.
"Just me and you tonight. I got the kids to stay out. You have me all to yourself." she said, and licked her lips, the absence of a bra now more apparent, her nipples making little tents under her shirt.
"Hot damn." Mason said, carrying his wife off to their bed. The fucking roast could wait...