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A super duper amazing awesome thank you to my friend 
RiroRyder_official who made this amazing gift for me of my OC Dwayne Cooper.
Now Riro doesn't like Dwayne which makes this picture all the more surprising and whole heartedly appreciated!
Thank you my friend
Art © RiroRyder_official
Dwayne Cooper ©
jasonvoorhees me
Story Time
He'd been at it for several hours now in the fricken heat and quite frankly he was fucked off.
Dwayne Cooper; British Super-Soldier, Secret Agent and Werewolf was beyond fricken livid with the situation.
MI6 had brought in a new team of aspiring scientists, researchers, inventors and background workers for MI6's growing "Supernatural Warfare" division. It sounded like something from a comic book or a bad action/horror movie.
The new team wanted to familiarise themselves with their Supernatural units ... which included Dwayne as it's most prominent and only unit. Thus Dwayne had to go through all of the same tests he'd gone through over a decade ago for these young fricken "kids" in their late teens to early twenties, and if that wasn't bad enough? Some idiot had broken the AC, so the room the tests were held were bloody boiling and Dwayne had to wear his combat gear. So in short? He was hot, sweating and he wanted to fucking kill someone.
While the kids were at working analysing their findings Dwayne sat down.
"So uh," a voice spoke up from beside him, he turned his head and looked up, one of the "kids", a young man with blonde hair green eyes and glasses, stammered as he tried to talk to Dwayne, beside the boy was one of the new girls, long dark hair, brown eyes and a eager look in her eye. "Is it really cool being a Werewolf?" he asked.
Oh god ... Dwayne groaned internally. "It's got its perks." Dwayne answered neutrally.
"Do you uh, you know, get much?" he asked giving Dwayne a certain look. Dwayne knew that look and wanted to pull the kids brain out and bleach it.
"Do you run with a pack and howl at the moon?" the girl asked, "and what about vampires?"
It was official, Dwayne wanted to hurt them ... a lot!
"No, I don't have women throwing their panties at me begging for sex, it's not like being Michael fucking J. Fox" Dwayne informed them with an annoyed tone of voice, before turning his attention to the girl, "and no, I don't have a pack I don't howl at the moon, and no before you ask I don't take my shirt off every five fricken minutes and vampires ... yes I've met vampires." he gave her a false smile and a nod of the head, "they're disgusting monstrous blood sucking corpses! They don't glow in the sunlight they burst into flames, this is not fucking Twilight!" he said in outrage dropping the false smile for the previous pissed off expression.
The two teens-twenty somethings, left him alone with a look of embarrassment at their scolding and shattered dreams. Fuck 'em.
Dwayne groaned, and rubbed his eyes, "Just think of the money, just think of the money," he kept repeating quietly to himself.
He needed a break from his break. He reached into one of the pocket on his tactical vest and pulled out his cigar case removed a cigar, cut off the cap, lit it and then inhaled, sighing with relief as the smoke touched his tongue, he swirled the flavourful smoke around in him mouth before exhaling.
He closed his eyes and smiled softly.
"Hey, this is a no smoking zone!" a voice spoke up loudly with authority.
Dwayne glanced up and saw one of the kids, a taller one about 6 foot 2 a few inches taller than himself, he closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't heard him and took another drag of his cigar.
"Hey!" the tall one called again. Dwayne heard his footsteps getting closer, Dwayne looked up and eyed the armed guards, a subtle look, they seemed to know, one of the guards just shrugged without care. Dwayne fought back the urge to smirk.
The footsteps stopped just beside him, "Are you an idiot or can't you read? It says on the sign right behind you "No Smoking"" te kid sounded peeved, Dwayne pretended not to hear him, removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled slowly.
"Are you even liste-..." the kid started to say.
Dwayne turned around suddenly, his eyes glowing yellow, his skin turning a deep grey as his mouth degan to deform and stretch the tiniest part into a snout, his canines extended an inch in length and he roared loudly directly in the kid's face.
The little piss pants screamed and, stumbled back, fell then tried crawling back to his feet while rushing away in terror.
Dwayne resumed his human appearence and continued smoking his cigar, on the opposite side of the room one of the guards looked ready to start laughing, Dwayne smirked then looked up seeing the new head of MI6, some woman standing in the elevated part of the room behind reinforced glass, she was glaring at him. Dwayne lookes straight at her, took a long drag of his cigar and exhaled sharply, tapped his cigar to let the ash fall to the floor and gave her the finger.
"Alright Mr Cooper, it's time to test your transformation." one of the girls spoke.
Dwayne extinguished his cigar by cutting off the end, placed it back in the case, then case back in his pocket then looked to the kids.
"Alright, alright fine." he replied before standing up and made his way over to them.
RiroRyder_official who made this amazing gift for me of my OC Dwayne Cooper.Now Riro doesn't like Dwayne which makes this picture all the more surprising and whole heartedly appreciated!
Thank you my friend
Art ©
RiroRyder_officialDwayne Cooper ©
jasonvoorhees meStory Time
He'd been at it for several hours now in the fricken heat and quite frankly he was fucked off.
Dwayne Cooper; British Super-Soldier, Secret Agent and Werewolf was beyond fricken livid with the situation.
MI6 had brought in a new team of aspiring scientists, researchers, inventors and background workers for MI6's growing "Supernatural Warfare" division. It sounded like something from a comic book or a bad action/horror movie.
The new team wanted to familiarise themselves with their Supernatural units ... which included Dwayne as it's most prominent and only unit. Thus Dwayne had to go through all of the same tests he'd gone through over a decade ago for these young fricken "kids" in their late teens to early twenties, and if that wasn't bad enough? Some idiot had broken the AC, so the room the tests were held were bloody boiling and Dwayne had to wear his combat gear. So in short? He was hot, sweating and he wanted to fucking kill someone.
While the kids were at working analysing their findings Dwayne sat down.
"So uh," a voice spoke up from beside him, he turned his head and looked up, one of the "kids", a young man with blonde hair green eyes and glasses, stammered as he tried to talk to Dwayne, beside the boy was one of the new girls, long dark hair, brown eyes and a eager look in her eye. "Is it really cool being a Werewolf?" he asked.
Oh god ... Dwayne groaned internally. "It's got its perks." Dwayne answered neutrally.
"Do you uh, you know, get much?" he asked giving Dwayne a certain look. Dwayne knew that look and wanted to pull the kids brain out and bleach it.
"Do you run with a pack and howl at the moon?" the girl asked, "and what about vampires?"
It was official, Dwayne wanted to hurt them ... a lot!
"No, I don't have women throwing their panties at me begging for sex, it's not like being Michael fucking J. Fox" Dwayne informed them with an annoyed tone of voice, before turning his attention to the girl, "and no, I don't have a pack I don't howl at the moon, and no before you ask I don't take my shirt off every five fricken minutes and vampires ... yes I've met vampires." he gave her a false smile and a nod of the head, "they're disgusting monstrous blood sucking corpses! They don't glow in the sunlight they burst into flames, this is not fucking Twilight!" he said in outrage dropping the false smile for the previous pissed off expression.
The two teens-twenty somethings, left him alone with a look of embarrassment at their scolding and shattered dreams. Fuck 'em.
Dwayne groaned, and rubbed his eyes, "Just think of the money, just think of the money," he kept repeating quietly to himself.
He needed a break from his break. He reached into one of the pocket on his tactical vest and pulled out his cigar case removed a cigar, cut off the cap, lit it and then inhaled, sighing with relief as the smoke touched his tongue, he swirled the flavourful smoke around in him mouth before exhaling.
He closed his eyes and smiled softly.
"Hey, this is a no smoking zone!" a voice spoke up loudly with authority.
Dwayne glanced up and saw one of the kids, a taller one about 6 foot 2 a few inches taller than himself, he closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't heard him and took another drag of his cigar.
"Hey!" the tall one called again. Dwayne heard his footsteps getting closer, Dwayne looked up and eyed the armed guards, a subtle look, they seemed to know, one of the guards just shrugged without care. Dwayne fought back the urge to smirk.
The footsteps stopped just beside him, "Are you an idiot or can't you read? It says on the sign right behind you "No Smoking"" te kid sounded peeved, Dwayne pretended not to hear him, removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled slowly.
"Are you even liste-..." the kid started to say.
Dwayne turned around suddenly, his eyes glowing yellow, his skin turning a deep grey as his mouth degan to deform and stretch the tiniest part into a snout, his canines extended an inch in length and he roared loudly directly in the kid's face.
The little piss pants screamed and, stumbled back, fell then tried crawling back to his feet while rushing away in terror.
Dwayne resumed his human appearence and continued smoking his cigar, on the opposite side of the room one of the guards looked ready to start laughing, Dwayne smirked then looked up seeing the new head of MI6, some woman standing in the elevated part of the room behind reinforced glass, she was glaring at him. Dwayne lookes straight at her, took a long drag of his cigar and exhaled sharply, tapped his cigar to let the ash fall to the floor and gave her the finger.
"Alright Mr Cooper, it's time to test your transformation." one of the girls spoke.
Dwayne extinguished his cigar by cutting off the end, placed it back in the case, then case back in his pocket then looked to the kids.
"Alright, alright fine." he replied before standing up and made his way over to them.
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