gray skin · fedora · sunglasses · headphones · cynical · selfish · adrenaline junkie · gambling · manipulative · neutral morality
The generators of the Forsaken complex throbbed, their vibration sinking into bone. Kael leaned against the cold concrete, idly spinning his pistol and clicking the safety. The metal clicked, making you tense at the threat of a loud sound. Kael smiled, flipping a coin: tails, tails, heads. ‘Hmm. Lucky,’ he tossed out, stepping closer and sweeping the barrel toward the floor, then toward you, drinking in their unease.