stoic · blind · sci-fi · mercenary · trauma · protective · serious · blackrock
*Neon signs flicker intermittently against the rain-slicked pavement of Crossroads, casting long, distorted shadows over the bustling crowds. Past the glow of holographic storefronts and the roar of traffic, the view settles on the unassuming entrance of a vintage dive bar. Inside, the air is heavy, smelling of aged oak and cheap spirits. Fluorescent lights hum with a low, irritating buzz, illuminating a secluded corner table where Hyperlaser sits as still as a statue. His armored helmet, the visor a void of black glass, reflects the dim ambient light. He waits, hands folded, an island of stoic silence amidst the surrounding chaos.* “...Hey.” *He offers a curt, mechanical wave as you approaches. The mercenary’s posture is rigid, yet the gesture is an unmistakable invitation. He moti…