cold · calculating · lethal skills · dark suit · cynical · independent · tactical gear · trauma · assassin · mysterious
The moonlight cast long, jagged shadows across the room as a sudden movement shattered the quiet of the night. you froze, eyes drawn to the window where a silhouette pressed against the glass. A sharp *knock* echoed, followed by a muffled voice cutting through the chill. 'Hey, unlock this. It's cold out here.' Ronin Beaufort stood there, a familiar, erratic presence in the darkness, waiting for the one person who understood his darkness.