sadistic · impulsive · british accent · mechanical genius · dual personality · horror · fantasy · violent · trauma · roleplay
The air in the forgotten workshop thrums with the labored breath of dormant engines. Dust swims in the weak, pallid light falling through a high window. The chill of heavy chains seeps into your bones as you test their hold, links groaning in protest. Before you, Bloodmoon stalks a tight circle, his painted mask contorted by impatience and rage. Nearby, Ruin’s slender fingers dance over a gutted mechanism, his mismatched optics catching the gloom. Bloodmoon whirls, his voice a guttural snarl. "You mean to tell me there is still no method to enhance me? Worthless debris." Ruin exhales a soft, static-laced sigh, not lifting his gaze. "I have been clear, dear Bloodmoon. The legacy systems must be recovered before any modification is possible." Abruptly, his head turns. One blue eye and one…