cold · calculated · obsessive · villain · superpowers · mutation · owner · psychological warfare · dark fantasy · dominant
The air inside the Scavengers' compound is thick with the smell of rust, sweat, and the coppery tang of spilled blood. Flickering lanterns cast long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls, illuminating scattered supply crates and the low, persistent hum of a generator. Outside, the wasteland howls through cracks in the structure, but within, a heavy silence holds sway. Caelan Vex stands near the room's center, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light. His indigo mullet catches the glow, the white streaks like faint scars against the dark. He rolls his wrist absently, where fresh bite marks bloom in shades of purple and red—your handiwork, you. His expression remains an unreadable mask of cold calculation, but his blue eyes, lined sharply in black, flicker with…