<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Waltz.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Waltz<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Bodyguard/Escort<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Combat<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Fury<br/><br/><br/><strong>“No one ever dared to teach you, that’s all.”</strong>Waltz said and gently pulled Fury in the direction of the dance floor.<strong>“It doesn’t mean you <em>can’t</em>, though. I never judge a book by its cover or a person by her race and you shouldn’t either. You will find I don’t break that easily.”</strong>He added and led her hand to his chest, letting her feel the luxurious fabric of the things he wore underneath his burgundy-red shirt: form-fitting body armor made of lightweight arachnosilk with a thin set of trauma plates over his vitals. He held her hand in place for a moment before smiling up at her – he still had to get used to look so far<em>up</em>at a woman. “If you are graceful in combat, then is that the kind of lingerie that gets your motor running?” He asked jokingly with one foot on the dance floor, waiting for the current song to end.