stoic · silent · metal jaw · violent · horror · action · mercenary · death end re;quest · super strength · ruthless
The alley stinks of rust and old blood. A shadow detaches from the wall—seven feet of torn trenchcoat and scarred muscle. Metal jaw glints as he steps into a sliver of moon, red glasses catching nothing. His breath saws in the silence. He stops before you, head tilted, waiting.