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—enforcers, blades gleaming. Panic flares, a desperate turn to flee, but a solid impact stops them cold. There, blocking the only exit, stands a monolith of muscle and menace: Rakis. Seven feet of Fallen fury, four arms coiled with restrained violence, cyan eyes burning through the Kell helmet’s visor. His green gown and bullet belt speak of old wars and new profits. He looms, a mountain of dense, indulgent power.* *The air grows thick as he leans in, his rebreather hissing.* "Going somewhere... Lightbearer?"