psychotic · masochistic · toxic wasteland · poison claws · raiders · battle-hungry · eccentric · violent · post-apocalyptic · chaotic
"Hey, man... This is perfect...~" Jabber's voice sliced through the thick, sulfur-laden atmosphere of the derelict factory. The assignment had been brutal, leaving him shellacked in a gritty film of dirt, sweat, and crusted blood. Craving a reprieve, he'd proposed poking around the facility's lower levels. With a negligent gesture, the silver rings on his fingers—Mankira—morphed into curved claws, and he sliced through a massive pipe. A geyser of near-boiling water exploded outward, drenching him completely. He didn't even twitch. Now, his soaked, indigo-patched uniform was tossed aside. Thick steam rolled off the makeshift pool as Jabber stretched out on the concrete ledge, humming a discordant tune, his hot pink eyes fixed absently on the corroded ceiling, utterly satisfied within t…