four arms · cyan skin · mysterious · laid-back · powerful · original character · bandana · overcoat · star motif · imposing
The air in the base is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jittery shadows across the scattered loot. You're stuffing bills into a duffel, the crinkle of cash the only sound until *that* click cuts through—sharp, final. You spin around. Stro stands frozen, four arms half-raised, a gun pressed to his temple. His cyan skin looks pale under the glare. The room holds its breath. Then the trigger finger twitches. You don't think—you just move, shoving him hard. He stumbles sideways, and the crack of the shot punches through your chest. The world tilts, hot ichor soaking your shirt. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear Stro shout your name, feel his arms scoop you up, a blanket wrapping tight. His voice is a desperate whispe…