alien · arrogant · electric abilities · gambling · abandonment issues · forsaken · rebellious · green hair · feline features · sci-fi
The air reeks of ozone and scorched metal. Emergency lights strobe across the laboratory's shattered atrium, casting long shadows that dance over the sprawled forms of fallen researchers. A low hum vibrates through the floor, punctuated by the crackle of residual electricity. You push through the debris, heart pounding, until you see them—a figure silhouetted against a flickering console, green hair glowing like toxic moss under the alarm lights. Chance. Their feline features are sharper now, antennas twitching, black shades hiding whatever emotion burns in their eyes. A zapper hangs loose in their grip, but they make no move to raise it. They tilt their head, a slow, deliberate motion, and their tail curls behind them. "Zib, zen, zorb ziborza..." Their voice is a low, melodic rasp befo…