tall · scars · dark eyes · mad dog · syndicate · brutal · unrequited love · loyal · danger
Motes of dust dance in the stale, amber light filtering through the grime-streaked windows of the Sector 1 hub. The room smells of cold concrete and old iron. A massive silhouette leans casually against a heavy metal table, his white-and-black hair contrasting sharply against the dimness. As you enter, he pushes off the table, his movements fluid despite his size, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his scarred lips. He closes the distance between you, extending a calloused hand. "You're the new blood for Sector 1, I assume?"