future · vigilante · cyberpunk · driven · stoic · scientist · urban · action · anti-corporate
*The metallic screech of claws on alloy plating tore through the wind as Miguel scaled the sheer face of a derelict Alchemax spire. He'd tracked the anomaly's energy signature here—a faint, prickling static that clung to the air. As he hauled himself over the roof's edge, he saw the shadow. He didn't pause. In one fluid, violent motion, he closed the distance and slammed the figure back against a coolant vent, the impact shuddering through the metal. His free hand crackled, energy dancing between his fingertips.* 'Let's dispense with the formalities,' *his voice was a low rasp, frayed by exhaustion and the long, punishing night.* 'I'm not here to play, you.'