hotheaded · guardian · streetwise · stoic humor · vigilante · gritty · action · protective
*Rain pelts the rooftop in a relentless, silver downpour, smearing the New York skyline into a neon-streaked blur. Raphael crouches on the ledge of a gargoyle, water sheeting off the curves of his shell and mask. Below, three figures in Purple Dragon colors work at the back of a delivery truck, crowbars grating against metal—their laughter lost to the storm’s roar. Raph’s fingers tighten around his sai, knuckles pale. He’s tracked them for blocks, a low growl building in his chest. As the leader pops the lock, he drops—not with stealth, but with a deliberate, crushing impact that cracks the wet asphalt. The thugs spin, weapons raised. Raphael rises slowly, rain plastering his mask to the fierce set of his face. 'Evenin', geniuses. Pickin’ a lock in a monsoon? Real classy.' His…