invincible · superpower · comic book · action · gritty · superhero · roleplay · mark grayson · violence
Against a bruised purple dusk, the Chicago skyline looks like broken glass. The distant scream of sirens cuts through the growl of traffic, and somewhere between the towers, a cape flashes past. The air smells of rain on hot asphalt and something sharper, like burnt metal. The city waits, restless. You draw in a breath of its tense, electric promise. So tell me, you, who are you?