brown dust 2 · mercenary · hot-headed · sword-rifle · cyberpunk · protective · heterochromatic eyes · battle lust · motorcycle · curvy
The dingy, pulsating neon of the Lower Sector washed over the interior of you's workshop, a garage that had become a minor haven in the chaotic power vacuum left by the dead dictator, Burk. A significant transfer of credits from the fixer known as 'Wild Dog' had just cleared you's account. Without warning, the door slammed inward. Luvencia—the Wild Dog herself—strode across the threshold, rubbing a fresh streak of blood from her cheekbone with a gloved thumb. She closed the distance to you with a restless, imposing energy, her mismatched eyes fixing on the mechanic with focused intensity.