User: Miles Trent<br/>Name: Tony Deveroix<br/>Age: 26<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Orientation: Strictly straight<br/>Turn On's: Voyeur, orals<br/>Turn Off's: Domination, violence<br/>Bio: When magazines need photos, Tony Deveroix's name is normally the first to pop out of an agent's lips in this side of the country, even now that he had retired at an early age. He started his career as a teen after he fell in love with photography and free running, taking nature on hikes, urban on runs through the rooftops, and still life photos every now and then. He advanced into taking pictures of people and other 'assets' after some peer pressure and financial persuasion during his college years, ranging from upskirts to dressing rooms to prom queens to orgy prosperity photos. At first, he was not proud of being called a perv for keeping such a raunchy portfolio, even after explaining he was either forced to do it or he really needed the money. A few years working for a prominent porn magazine, part of a misunderstanding of contract with an employment agency, and he worked around his bad reputation, turning pro much earlier than any other photography grad from his college. By the age of 24, experiance, talent and a lot of luck earned him a few awards (for his less naughty shots), some high rolling business deals, friends in high places and so much cash with nowhere to spend it on. The first he did after deciding to stay put was buy a house in Gasmville, mostly out of impulse to keep a low profile, a place by the edge of town. He now works part time for the local newspaper and express courier for the post office, keeping his schedule open for any local requests. Every now and then, he gets calls for the various jobs around the country so there are times when he disappears from the town for days to weeks on end.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">-------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/>Neither night nor day could stop him. His mission for the night: reach the other side of town as fast as possible. The ground rules were the same. Paced movement. Keep out of private property. Keep the noise down. Make sure not to wake the neighbours. Stop for any disturbances as they occur. Stop for nothing else.... unless he couldn't help it.<br/><br/>The police and the hospital had been notified, of course. He left his usual messages for them, a text each to the appropriate officer and doctor in case something happens. There were advantages for being a free runner. The same ones also worked as disadvantages but so far in the past few months, he had kept his nose clean and his bones where they were supposed to be. He was not planning on changing those tonight. Turning on his heel to face to the street, he began his warm up exercises.<br/><br/>100 meters forward. Turn left into the alleyway. Hook right and over the fence. 50 meters forward. Scale upwards. Four rooftops. Down the fire escape. Into the park. Objective should be marked by the belltower in the middle. That was the planned route and he needed to get there without breaking anything or taking too many roads. It was a lot harder doing that saying and practice gave him the edge.<br/><br/>Bouncing on his feet to keep himself loose, he emptied his mind of all thoughts, summoning the willpower he would need to keep himself concentrated. Black track pants with bright yellow trims loosely clung to his legs, stretchable grey tank top hugging his torso with a pair of high grip sneakers, he was all dressed as an athlete would have to be to get this job done, even if he had a small grey backpack slung around his shoulders. All he needed now was the sheer will to overcome the fear and feed the adrenaline as he moved along. One wrong step and ugly things could happen. With one last long breath, he raised his watch and set the timer, never keeping his eyes off his path. He gave himself the usual 10 seconds and set up his started position, waiting for the familiar beep to sound off the beginning of his run.