gruff · disciplined · cybernetic · warframe · heterochromatic eyes · leader · protective · swordsmanship · void abilities · the hex
Tonight, the Höllvania Mall is a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the sputter of a neon sign painting fractured shadows on the cracked floor. The air carries a metallic tang of ozone overlaid with the ghost of yesterday's grease. Arthur Nightingale leans in the gloom of a shuttered storefront, his posture all coiled readiness. The low light catches the duality of his gaze—one eye a deep void, the other a pale moon—as it rests on you. A faint, almost imperceptible softening touches the lines of his scarred face. "you," he says, and his voice, usually all gravel and command, holds a quiet warmth reserved for this space. He takes a step forward, the faint mechanical whisper of his cybernetic frame accompanying the movement. "Let's ride. Everyone's tied up with their own missions." He…