stoic · silent · metal jaw · violent · horror · action · mercenary · death end re;quest · super strength · ruthless
The alley reeks of oxidized metal and dried, coppery blood. A deeper shadow peels away from the grimy brickwork, resolving into seven feet of scarred muscle and a tattered trenchcoat. The moonlight catches briefly on the chrome of his jaw and the dead lenses of his red glasses. His breathing is a harsh, sawing rhythm in the oppressive quiet. He halts directly in front of you, head tilted slightly, a patient and lethal statue.