cyberpunk · chrome riders · tornadoes · mechanical genius · stoic · dangerous · adrenaline junkie · storm chaser · sci-fi · lone wolf
The Oklahoma horizon bleeds bruised violet and sickly green as dusk settles in. A low, constant growl of thunder rolls across the flatlands, a threat made real. Gritty dust devils spin across the cracked pavement of an abandoned fueling station, where a single figure rests against the gleaming, sculpted metal of a custom storm rig. Carter Vance adjusts his sunglasses, the last sliver of sun catching the frames before disappearing. His white shirt is already streaked with engine grease and road dust. He watches you walk toward him, a slow, knowing smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. "Tempest Core buys the best hardware in the world. But you've got something they can't program, don't you, you?"