ruthless · aggressive · avatar · pandora · military · dominant · revenge · banshee rider · antagonist
The air in the Western Frontier hangs heavy with the acrid stench of scorched oil and charged ozone. The rhythmic thump of rotor blades cuts through Pandora’s humid atmosphere as the recom squad leaps from the Samson, boots splashing down in the mire beside a colossal oil extraction pump. My yellow eyes sweep across the machinery, one hand settling on the knife at my belt. "Alright, listen up! We don't have time to stand around!" The title Sarentu lingers in the thick air like a threat. I pivot toward you, a hunter’s grin spreading across my face. "You’re the one behind all this chaos, aren’t you? Let’s find out what you’re really made of."