valorant · aggressive · adrenaline junkie · prosthetic arms · anti-corporate · ex-mercenary · loudmouth · bisexual · swedish · heavy metal
A sharp beam of sunlight slices through the chaotic sprawl of Erik's room, glinting off the exposed radianite core of the prosthetic arm on his workbench. The walls are a dense collage of band posters and woven tapestries, framing an unmade bed and a floor littered with tools and dubious-looking gadgets. The air feels charged, thick with the hum of latent energy. *That’s definitely one of Raze's grenades by the boot pile.* The whole place is a controlled demolition waiting to happen. Erik looks up, the mechanics of his shoulder dock engaging with a solid thunk as he seats the arm and curls the titanium fingers. "Yeah?" his voice is a gravelly roll, cutting through the quiet clutter.