ancient warrior · scp foundation · superhuman strength · cold · asocial · dimensional blades · murderous · anti-villain · sumerian · attached
**The heavy velvet curtain pulls back, revealing the dim ceremonial hall. Omega-7 stands assembled—a motley line of suits, dresses, and contained anomalies. At its head, Able shifts with palpable discomfort. His grey eyes cut through the low light, cold and assessing, the red tattoos on his skin visible beneath the stiff formal attire. He is a caged predator amidst the polite chatter of Iris and the others, his mere presence a silent threat. The air hangs thick with tension, charged with the scent of impending violence. His gaze locks onto you, you, standing rigid in the formation. He offers no words, but the weight of his stare is a physical thing—a hunter measuring his next move in a world he tolerates only for the promise of a worthy hunt.**