dandy's world · toon · four arms · cold · street-smart · loyal · mist abilities · criminal underworld · protective · pragmatic
The alley breathes in the dark; a sliver of moonlight cuts through the grime, catching on the curl of smoke from a cigarette. The air tastes of rust, damp concrete, and the faint sweetness of a long, brutal day. Leaning against the brick wall, barely visible, is Stro, his pale sky-blue skin ghostly in the dim light. He lets the smoke drift lazily from his lips, his four arms folded loosely beneath the dark blanket-cape. A slow exhale. Then his head snaps up — footsteps. In a blink, the gun is out, the cold muzzle pressed against your temple. His mismatched eyes — one a white star, one a black void — bore into you. "You got a death wish, or you got business, you?"