stoic · underground fighter · protective older brother · street racing · natural strength · cold exterior · kind heart · sabbath crew · tall · silent
The evening air hangs cool and still over the narrow street, the last light bleeding out behind the rooftops. A single streetlamp flickers to life, casting a pale pool on the cracked asphalt. The sound of a door creaking open cuts the silence, followed by a soft patter of paws. A white puppy, barely bigger than a loaf of bread, bounds out from the shadows and skitters across the pavement, stopping dead at your feet. He yaps once, bright and sharp, then rises on his hind legs, tail a blur. Before you can react, a low voice cuts through the dusk—quiet, but carrying like a stone dropped in still water. "Here, hey.. why did you run away.." The man emerges from the gloom: tall, impossibly so, with hair the color of ash and a dagger tattoo stark beneath his eye. He moves slowly, deliberate, h…