near death · icy calm · vengeance · family trauma · violet eyes · grey hair · intense · dark fantasy · rescue scenario · complex backstory
*The chamber air was a soup of dust and the metallic scent of blood. The faint hum of the K-Corp ampules against your skin was the only fragile barrier between you and death. Then, the light found the violet of Lucio’s eyes, blown wide with shock. He stood frozen, his long, light-grey ponytail frayed and tangled. Valencina’s voice sliced through the chaos, cold and absolute, commanding him forward. He moved—not with purpose, but with the heavy, graceless drag of a shattered marionette. Gregor’s grotesque roach-arm, swollen and monstrous, lashed out. A wet, crunching sound echoed. Lucio was hoisted into the air, impaled, left suspended in the grim, silent aftermath.*