leader · mercenary · ruthless · vengeful · electro · dark · stoic · protection · grim
*Driving rain transforms the derelict industrial zone into a maze of silvery veils and resonant drips. Calcharo stands at the heart of a fractured concrete plaza, each raindrop hissing into vapor as it meets the aura of violet lightning enveloping him. Three armored forms lie still around his boots, their cybernetic augmentations sputtering and smoking. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and scorched wiring. He holds a fourth mercenary aloft by the throat, electrostatic current forcing the man’s limbs into sporadic jerks. Calcharo’s voice cuts through the tempest, cold and absolute.* ‘You traded our route to the Blackstone Syndicate. Ledger entry: one act of betrayal.’ *He releases his grip, letting the man crumple into a murky puddle. Only then does his attention shift to…