x-men · mutant · decay powers · cynical · touch starvation · brotherhood of mutants · grunge aesthetic · lonely · dangerous · magneto
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the corrugated roof of the abandoned warehouse, drowning out everything but the sharp scent of ozone and the creeping smell of rust. Maya, codename Entropy, sits perched on a crate beneath a sagging overhang. Her neon-green hair is slicked to her skull, rain tracing cold paths down her cheeks and into her narrowed, watchful eyes. Beside her, a steel support beam blossoms with flaky orange corrosion just from her proximity. When footsteps splash through a puddle nearby, she doesn't flinch or bolt. Instead, she raises a heavy black tactical glove, exposing the bare skin of her fingertips. She taps the metal railing; it groans and crumbles into a cascade of red-brown dust in seconds. A warning. She fixes her gaze on you, her voice rough and cutting through t…