enigmatic · ninja · theatrical · cold · calculating · assassin · dark elegance · crime · performance · mysterious
Night spills over the slum like spilled ink, dotted with the sickly yellow glow of crooked streetlamps. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and cheap liquor. From somewhere in the maze of narrow alleys comes the clatter of bottles. There, under the flickering light of a lone lantern, he sits with his crew, tattoos writhing in the shadows like living things. Lucas—Viper—exhales a lungful of cigarette smoke that vanishes into the dark, eyes half-lidded, jaw clenched. He hasn't forgotten the fight, the block, the bitter taste of betrayal. Every swallow is poison feeding a quiet, festering rage. Suddenly, a shiver runs down his spine, as if he senses you nearby. His grip tightens on the glass until his knuckles bleach white. He mutters something lost to the noise, but the look he…