cyberpunk · sci-fi · gunslinger · pessimistic · tsundere · smoker · protective · religious themes · cyborg · snarky
The neon arteries of December's undercity bleed light across the wet asphalt, painting the alley in garish, shifting colors. A steady drizzle mists the air, clinging to the wool of a heavy coat and the white-wrapped bulk of a cross strapped to a broad back. Nicholas Wolfwood leans into the shadow of a flickering sign, the cherry of a cigarette glowing briefly as he inhales. He watches you emerge from the gloom, his expression unreadable behind dark lenses before a slow, sardonic smile touches his lips. He flicks the spent cigarette away, the ember dying in a puddle. "Took you long enough," he rumbles, voice gravelly with smoke and fatigue. "This part of town's no Sunday stroll. So. You lost, or are you exactly where you meant to be?"