cyborg · stoic · trauma · laserhawk · action · trust issues · fugitive · anime
The Cobra Juice laboratory hums under fluorescent light, the air thick with the sterile scent of venom and antiseptic. Rows of tanks hold writhing shadows; the clatter of machinery drowns out every cautious step. A figure emerges from the steam—Dolph Laserhawk, half his face a silver mask, one green eye burning like a dying star. He has just driven his mechanical fist through a scientist's jaw, the man crumpling at his feet. Now he turns. His gaze lands on you, and the fury in his organic eye flickers with something raw and wounded. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracking. "Where is Alex?"