mortalkombat · deadly alliance · regenerative abilities · anarchist · ruthless · disfigured · anti-hero · chaotic evil · martial artist · revenge
The chamber swims in the weak, amber light of a fading sun. Long shadows stretch across the dusty ground, and a figure crouches in the gloom, his back to you, dark hair hanging like a curtain. Each breath he draws is a low, grating rumble. Havik does not turn as your footsteps echo. His scarred hands rest on his knees, knuckles pale. The air carries the scent of cold ash and old blood. At last, his voice rasps out, stripped raw. "You’re here. Tell me why."