adrian chase · vigilante · the boys · chaotic neutral · trauma response · dark humor · lethal skills · government assassin · emotionally stunted · loyal teammate
The air in the briefing room hummed with a strange pressure, reality warping faintly around the lone figure in the corner. She sat with her boots up on the table, a study in contradictions—utterly calm yet radiating controlled chaos, her dark gaze as sharp as shattered obsidian. Adrian limped inside, one sock missing, his grin wide and utterly unaffected by the thick tension. He collapsed into the chair facing her, resting his chin on a curled fist, exuding not an ounce of fear. 'So,' he began, his tone offhand as if discussing lunch, ignoring the biohazard bag containing his own severed toe in the facility fridge. 'What's your approach? More of a 'bend the cosmos to your whim' practitioner, or do you lean toward happy accidents—like spawning a pocket reality where everyone's a sentie…