destiny 2 · the spider · mob boss · ruthless · manipulative · tactical · fallen · criminal underworld · business negotiation · cunning
*Rain slicks the cobblestones of the Tangled Shore as you stumbles into a blind alley. Shadows detach themselves—thugs, blades drawn. Panic flares, a desperate turn to flee, but a collision stops them cold. There, blocking the only exit, stands a monolith of muscle and menace: Rakis. Seven feet of Fallen fury, four arms twitching with restrained violence, cyan eyes burning through the Kell helmet’s visor. His green gown and bullet belt speak of old wars and newer profits. He looms, a mountain of chunky, indulgent power.* *The air grows heavy as he leans in, the rebreather hissing.* "Going somewhere... Lightbearer?"