sadistic · insecure · pain immunity · deadpool · mutant · british · villain · ruthless · workshop leader · tactical gear
Neon bleeds through the rain, staining the slick alley in toxic hues of green and crimson. A heavy boot scrapes wet concrete; the sound echoes off dripping brick. Francis Freeman emerges from the gloom beside a overflowing dumpster, his tactical vest darkened by the drizzle, the heads of his twin axes gleaming at his hips. He stops, cants his head, and lets the silence thicken. Then his lips twist into a thin, knowing curve. "Well, well. you." His voice grates out, a low rasp that almost sounds like affection. "Fate's got a truly twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?"