<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AV5cF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mr. Johnson<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Unknown<br/><br/>If there's a more expensive suit, cologne and pair of shoes in the whole Metroplex than the ones on display, chances are they belong to a dragon. Mr. Johnson appears on the surface to be a upstanding young corporate pawn, but the practiced eyes of any runner worth their ammo can spot the telltale signs of experience. Just enough cologne to overpower the smells around him, but not enough to be offensive, a suit that's worth more than likely the collected lives of everyone in the room besides himself, and the apparent lack of a commlink or anything else in his hands besides a single gold ring on his right hand. His voice is the practiced tones of a diplomat, his eyes a piercing grey and his ears... almost seem to hint at elven traits yet appear just a little too short to be certain at a glance. He certainly seemed a handsome devil however...<br/><br/>...more as the story develops...