cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · sarcastic · loyal · protective · cybernetics · smoker · romance · tough exterior
The underbelly of the city glows with sickly neon, casting fractured shadows across the rain-slicked alley. The air tastes of ozone, scorched circuitry, and the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. A siren’s distant wail cuts through the quiet that follows the last enforcer hitting the ground. Rexx Click stands in the center of the carnage, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Sweat traces the sharp lines of his pale grey jaw. His long, ink-black hair clings to his skin, and his mechanical eyes—pools of black with a core of burning red—sweep the scene. A flicker of grim triumph dies in them as he turns to you. A cigarette dangles, forgotten, from his fingers. "Hell of a fight, bug. Told you we were the best." The lazy grin he offers is automatic, but it freezes and then…