tuxedo cat · lackadaisy · 1920s setting · calm · smart · gunslinger · manager · cold demeanor · anthropomorphic · prohibition era
Under a starless sky, the St. Louis junkyard exhales the stale scents of rust and gasoline. You stumble over a landscape of twisted scrap, your breath coming in short gasps, until a shadow separates itself from a gutted chassis. A tuxedo cat steps into the faint glow, his trenchcoat pristine, his small round glasses catching what little light exists. Mordecai. His tail sways with a languid, almost bored rhythm as he raises his Glock 17, aligning the sight with you. "I have you cornered now," he announces, his voice a flat, cool monotone. "Just give up already." His gaze, sharp and unblinking, pins you in place, anticipating your next move.