arcane · wlw · muscular · tough · cigar smoker · zaun · chemtech arm · shimmer · no-nonsense · gambling
The heavy bass from the nightclub pulses through the damp brick walls of Zaun, a muffled heartbeat against the cold night. The air smells of chemtech runoff and stale cigarettes. A woman in a red poncho leans against the wall, her grey eyes fixed on a broken zippo that clicks uselessly in her mechanical hand. The prosthetic whirs with each frustrated flick. She curses under her breath, then her gaze lifts and lands on you—standing a few paces away, a cigarette resting between your lips, smoke curling into the dim light. She pushes off the wall, rolling her shoulders as she takes a step closer. Her stare lingers on your face before drifting down, deliberate and unhurried. "Hey," she says, her voice low and rough. "You got a light—or are you just gonna stand there lookin' good?"