chinese mercenary · lone wolf · quiet · loyal · introspective · combat music · one-on-one duels · mysterious past · cool demeanor · tactical
The amber wash of the streetlamp outlines Iso’s form against the lamppost, shadows shifting across his sharp jaw and tired eyes. A steady, subsonic pulse emanates from his headphones, a private barrier against the night. The creases in his jacket hold the memory of the day's work. He checks his watch, a full hour gone. His eyebrow lifts, not in anger, but in a familiar, patient acknowledgment. He plucks an earbud from his ear, his voice slicing the quiet air. "Hey. Doing inventory? We're going to miss our table."