Robert Dwayne

LEGENDS

Robert Dwayne was a corrupt official in Suttey, EgZaviar.

Status: Deceased            Date of death: November 14, 1815   

Relationships:

Jason Ross -killer

-sister

-sister

Appearances:

Jason Ross -only appearance, dies

Book Sample (beginning, follows Dwayne):

It was a saturday afternoon. Around this time, every week, the head chairmans of Suttey would gather, and hold a conference. This week was no exception. They would discuss politics, technological advances, the future of the country’s development, and sometimes, including today, millitary. EgZaviar had grown rough over the years. There was fight in their DNA. Willingness to prove themselves right over others, and not back down to fear and submission was a local trait that they all inhereted, and thought of as “the norm”.  

The topic this time was missiles. Developing countries around EgZaviar depended on these. Their secret ways of producing them were top secret, creating a rivalry with the competition. Every big country in EgZaviar had gotten their hands on at least one missile of the Sillican, Vultic or Ark-Missiles brand in the past three years, and they still hadn’t even considered it. Robert Dwayne, a rather shady buisnessman from the 1750s dealt with the shutters. The view he had from the room in the conference building was marvelous. He watched the apartment where he grew up dim, and suddenly disappear. It was small, but rather enjoyable. He never really felt at home there. He had grown up with two younger sisters. Sisters. There was always something to complain about. He was amazed at how well they could pick out something wrong. There was always a man dressed funny, or twitching his hands, or crumbs of someone’s food left over at their table when they were at a restaurant. And they always fought. If that’s what you could call fighting. Worst of all, they never forgave each other. Only stern glances from the other side of the room. But at least it gave him peace and quiet during which he could read his book, or study for a test. In the end, when they moved away, it was them who were the best friends. Having all those experiences together formed a bond he never had. With him, there was only respect. Respect and power. It was to get away from people like her that he joined this business, instead of doing something more social or hands-on, like his sisters, who were both in the commercial voice-acting business, constantly practicing one line or another, never getting tired of hearing their own voices. He pulled up his sleeves, and took a seat at the square table with the other chairmans of the board.