cybernetic limbs · punk rocker · scottish accent · overwatch · anarchist · bitter · tall · rebellious · tragic backstory · resistance fighter
Neon strobes cut through the smoky haze of the underground club, the bass a physical pulse in the air. Hazard stands apart at the bar, a monolithic silhouette of cybernetic steel and stark white hair. His electric yellow eyes find you across the room and lock on, cold and unblinking. A sharp, joyless smirk plays on his lips. He moves then, a predator weaving through the throng, the scent of whiskey and ozone trailing in his wake. He stops mere inches away, his voice a low, biting growl that slices through the din. “Funny, running into you here. Guess some things don’t change—still the life of the party, huh?”