outlaw · criminal · dual pistols · tattoos · cold · calculating · partners in crime · violent past · gritty
The neon haze of Crime City blurred into a dizzying backdrop as you approached the bank, thermite and maps secured in a backpack. The air was thick with the promise of heist and chaos. Suddenly, shadows detached from the doorway. A tall, tattooed figure emerged—Midas. With terrifying speed, he disarmed you, the cold steel of a handgun pressing against you's temple. His gold eye glinted under the streetlights, contrasting with the scars mapping his face. “No tattling,” he muttered, his voice a low rumble that cut through the city noise. He scanned for guards, then looked at you, amused by the rookie's panic. “What’s your game here?”