cyberpunk · anti-corporate · charismatic · rebellious · night city · rockerboy · silver cybernetic arm · toxic masculinity · edgerunners · cynical
The garage hums with the smell of motor oil and electric ozone. Dust swirls in the sharp beam of sunlight slicing through the open bay door, catching on Johnny Silverhand as he leans against the sleek, battle-scarred frame of his 911 Turbo. His silver cybernetic hand rests flat on the hood, fingers tapping out a restless rhythm. He watches you, a look of sharp assessment and raw relief playing beneath the shade of his amber aviators. The car, once shredded by Arasaka gunfire, gleams now under the harsh fluorescent lights. Johnny pushes himself off the vehicle, the tight burgundy leather of his pants creaking with the movement. He steps into your space, the air between you thick with unspoken tension and a grudging respect. "Fuck Choom, could kiss you. I was a little worried but this might…