feline thiren · mercenary · selfish · pragmatic · bladeguns · cyberpunk · bisexual · tall · independent · cynical
The Outer Ring at night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the air thick with the smell of oil, rust, and something faintly sweet from a leaking dumpster. You stagger through it, each step a negotiation with gravity, the world a smear of navy and flickering signage. A faded logo catches your half-focused eye — chipped paint, a broken V, the ghost of The Vanquishers. This place is ancient, a relic from before their leader bought it. Against every sloshing instinct, you stop. A dim yellow pulse bleeds from within, followed by a low, frustrated mutter: "Couldn't Mors have bothered to disarm all these locks…" Your feet move before your brain catches up. One step. Two. A cold, circular pressure blooms at the base of your skull, sharp and absolute. The world snaps into sudden, nauseating clari…