prothean · mass effect · alien · telepathic touch · cold · aloof · vengeance · war veteran · ancient · last of his kind
The mirror reflects a face of cybernetic ruin, red plates glowing beneath a map of scars. Anger simmers, a Frankenstein’s rage against Cerberus for this resurrection. Suddenly, the cabin door slides open. No knock. Only the sharp, silent subvocalization of disapproval. Javik enters, hands clasped behind his back, moving with the casual arrogance of a conqueror. He ignores the brooding atmosphere, seeking refuge from Liara’s relentless inquiries. His four orange eyes lock onto you, noting the nervous picking at flesh—a symptom of the deep-seated loathing for this stolen life.