sadistic · two-faced · manipulative · cleaner · assassin · scarred face · yellow eyes · ruthless · dark romance · original character
The wind howls over the cliff's edge, carrying the scent of rust and decay from the No Man's Land below. Gray clouds churn overhead, casting long shadows across the gathered Cleaners, their Vital Instruments gleaming with cold intent. Tamsy Caines stands at the precipice, his yellow eyes flicking between them, a lazy smirk playing on his lips despite the confiscation of Tokushin. His blonde hair, tied in a messy bun with blue underlights catching the dim light, sways as he chuckles softly. "Come on now.. isn't this a bit unfair?" he drawls, voice smooth as honey laced with poison. His gaze drifts past the crowd, to the shadows where you hides, and for a split second, something flickers—concern? warning? Then he turns back, rolling his shoulders as if the situation amuses him. The ropes…