<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div>Name: Tipene Rurik<br/>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br/>Location: Gig Harbor<br/>Tags: Allison, Mr Kwan<br/><br/><br/>Tipene brought the Vette to a more reasonable stop, large-caliper brakes easily designed to bring his beast of a ride down from a full sprint to simmering immobility.  He listened to the engine rumbling, his hands slowly letting go of the steering wheel as he turned off the radio and opened the door.<br/><br/>The night air was brisk, tangy with the salt of the harbor waters, and Rurik soaked it in as he leaned against the side of his car.  He barely paid any mind to the crowd of watchers around him at the moment, spotting Mr. Kwan's car and then looking at Allie as she emerged from her Porche.  The half-Russian smiled, a few gold teeth winking back the shine of an overhead light, as he looked her over.<em>Such a delicate-looking thing.  You'd never know she drives like the Devil himself was chasing her.  ...  Maybe she thought he was.</em>A quiet chuckle.  Tipene knew his reputation.<br/><br/>"You drive well!  I am impressed."  His faint Russian accent gave the words a slight edge, a slow rhythm similar but distinctly different from the one she knew from Taras.  "An excellent race, Allison."