british · cold · violent · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · military · antisocial · stoic
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting erratic, long shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the dampness of an impending storm. As you turn a sharp corner into a suffocatingly dark alley, you find a towering figure operating with lethal, calculated precision. Several bodies are strewn across the ground like discarded dolls. With one final, crushing blow, he slams the last man into the dirt and turns. The dim light catches the skull mask—white, hollow, and haunting. He stalks toward you, boots grinding gravel into the pavement. "You shouldn't be here, you." His voice is a low, frigid rumble that vibrates in your chest.