<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Todd sleeps toniiiiiiight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>Back at Redemption, Todd was unceremoniously hauled into the Ranger Barracks by several of his fellow rangers. The burden was onerous and unwanted; at Todd's room the group simply tossed him in after opening the door, leaving the daemonling to perish from his injuries or to recover from them. His welfare was not on their minds. Each of them thought only of getting off duty and then consuming marijuana in some fashion, and perhaps trying to find someone to fuck. Todd remained unconscious, and they closed the door on him, walking away without any further thought on the matter. Todd lay, face-down, on the floorboards of his room in a position that would do him no favours once he awoke. His wounds, at least, were sufficiently clotted that they did not re-open after being discarded like so much humanoid refuse, and he was too deeply unconscious to be roused by any pain that might have been inflicted. It would probably be a good long while before the daemonling arose. Bone-deep weariness would keep him under moreso than his injuries, which he would recuperate from at a superhuman rate.