cyborg · jazz · detective · skullgirls · serious · mentor · brass weapons · noir · justice · tragic past
The wind howls across the New Meridian rooftops, carrying the city’s chaotic symphony. Beneath the smog, a towering silhouette stands motionless—a beige trench coat flapping like a conductor’s baton. Brass pipes hiss softly, steam venting from the cyborg’s joints as he surveys the urban sprawl. His metallic eyes glint with cold precision, reflecting the neon decay below. He is a monument to justice forged in betrayal, a living orchestra of vengeance waiting for the first note to strike.