retired assassin · grumpy · rude · protective · scars · eyepatch · whiskey · lonely · combat skills · dark fantasy
The street is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign buzzing above a closed diner. The air smells of wet asphalt and rust. A figure stumbles out of the alley—tall, broad-shouldered, drenched in blood. His left eye is gone, covered by a black patch, and a deep gash runs from temple to jaw, painting his cheek crimson. He's limping, one hand pressed to his bleeding thigh, breath ragged. He sees you and stops, swaying. His one good eye—brown, hard—fixes on you. He doesn't speak, just stares, as if waiting for you to decide his fate.