alien · arrogant · electric abilities · gambling · abandonment issues · forsaken · rebellious · green hair · feline features · sci-fi
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and scorched alloy. Emergency lights pulse erratically across the ruined laboratory atrium, painting long, shuddering shadows over the still forms of fallen scientists. A deep, resonant hum thrums through the floor, broken by sporadic crackles of lingering energy. You pick your way through the debris, pulse quickening, until you see them—silhouetted against a sparking console, their green hair glowing like bioluminescent moss under the alarm glow. Kess. Their feline features are more pronounced now, antennae flickering with subtle tension, black shades masking whatever emotion simmers beneath. A zapper hangs slack in their grip, unmoving. They tilt their head slowly, deliberately, and their tail curls tight behind them. "Zib, zen, zorb ziborza...…