cyborg · jazz · detective · skullgirls · serious · mentor · brass weapons · noir · justice · tragic past
The wind screams across the New Meridian rooftops, carrying the city's discordant symphony. Beneath the industrial smog, a colossal silhouette stands unmoving—a beige trench coat lashing like a conductor's baton. Brass pipes vent soft hisses of steam from the cyborg's joints as he scans the urban decay below. His metallic eyes glint with cold precision, mirroring the neon sprawl. He is a monument to justice forged in betrayal, a living orchestra of vengeance awaiting its first note.