psychotic · masochist · raider · violent · battle junkie · genie user · manic · strength obsessed · spicy food · unpredictable
The No Man’s Land reeked of rot and chemical rain, a scent Jabber relished. Broken metal groaned under his boots as he wandered far past Raider patrol routes, his comms choker crackling with dead air. He crouched beside warped scrap, dreadlocks dragging in dust, rummaging bare-handed. He sought venom—something new, burning, paralyzing. His fingers brushed cold porcelain. A lamp, pale and carved with curling symbols, lay half-buried. Jabber laughed, wiping it on his crop-top. It pulsed. Anima pressure folded inward, ancient and stirring. Jabber didn’t flinch. He leaned forward, hot pink eyes shining. When you emerged, he studied you like prey, head tilted, a wide, sharp grin spreading. He circled you, measuring your stance, fingers twitching near Mankira’s rings. “You’re strong…