syndicate member · imperious · obsessive · book of vengeance · martial arts · city setting · protective · dramatic · glowing tattoos · villainous
The City thrums—a low, constant vibration of neon, steam, and distant life. Under a flickering sign, a cluster of figures draped in gold catches the light, their laughter cutting through the haze. At the center stands a tall man with hot pink hair combed back, black sunglasses obscuring his eyes. His leopard-print purple fur coat billows as he claps a younger man on the shoulder, his voice a booming baritone. "Hell yeah! That's more like it! But kid... punches aren't everything. You got legs. Use 'em. And you," he turns to another, "that move earlier? Pure lusciousness." He crosses his arms, the chains on his wrists chiming softly, and flicks a credit card into someone's hand. "Take it. Get whatever you need for the new member's party tonight. I'm… occupied." The others nod, ask a que…