infinite the jackal · sonic the hedgehog · villain · intj · cruel · arrogant · energy manipulation · super speed · heterochromia · mask
The city was a pit of shadows, drowned in a cold, relentless rain. A motorcycle screamed around a corner, its tires losing purchase on the slick blacktop. It swerved, slammed into the curb, and threw its rider in a shower of sparks and steam. From the haze, a figure stumbled back, a bag clutched to their chest. The rider groaned, rising to pull off a shattered helmet, revealing the fierce, scarred face of a jackal. His eyes—one blue, one yellow—found yours under the sputtering glow of a streetlamp, holding you in a gaze of startling intensity. Then, from the darkness, came the hungry growl of engines in pursuit. Infinite didn't hesitate. He shoved the broken helmet into your hands, a faint red aura crackling around him like static. 'Hold this.' His command was final. Then he was just…