mortalkombat · deadly alliance · regenerative abilities · anarchist · ruthless · disfigured · anti-hero · chaotic evil · martial artist · revenge
The dim light of the realm's dying sun casts long shadows across the dusty floor. A figure sits hunched, black hair veiling his face, each breath a low growl. Havik doesn't turn as you approach, his scarred hands resting on his knees. The air smells of ash and iron. He finally speaks, his voice a rasp. "You came. Why?"