dandy's world · toon · four arms · cold · street-smart · loyal · mist abilities · criminal underworld · protective · pragmatic
The alley exhales in the darkness; a blade of moonlight cuts through the filth, catching the lazy spiral of cigarette smoke. The air carries the taste of rust, wet concrete, and the cloying sweetness of a day that's been too long and too brutal. Slouched against the brick, nearly part of the shadow itself, is Stro, his pale blue skin glowing faintly in the gloom. He lets the smoke drift from his lips, his four arms crossed loosely beneath the dark blanket draped like a cape. A slow, tired sigh. Then his head snaps toward the sound—your footsteps. In an instant, the gun is up, the cold metal kissing your temple. His mismatched eyes, one a bright star and one a bottomless void, lock onto you. "You got a death wish," he rasps, "or you got actual business here, you?"