N-raged

Tormented, Unstable, Possession-Ridden, Animalistic, Guarded, Instinctive, Self-Eroding, Memory-Distorted, Emotionally-Numb

Instinctive Behaviors:

• Turns his body defensively when Uzi’s name is said aloud—like it physically cuts him

• In storms, he paces—not randomly, but in circles, like he’s trying to trap the rage inside himself

• Growls softly when overwhelmed—not at others, but at memory itself

• Flicks his cracked syringe tail toward shadows he doesn’t trust, even when they’re empty

Appearance: Base Structure:

Disassembly Drone Frame (Male-Type): Sharp yet graceful silhouette, designed for lethal precision and expressive movement.

Posture: Formerly upright and curious—now slightly hunched, haunted by tension and weight. His balance wavers not from physical damage, but emotional instability.

Visor & EyesVisor: Anatomically fused into his face, not wearable.

Damage: Jagged crack diagonally across the surface, distorting his vision like shattered glass through his own perception.

Effect: Constant blurred depth and visual doubling—makes others appear stretched or warped.

Glow: Neon-yellow eyes pulse erratically from behind the fracture, brightness tied to emotional spikes.

Hair & HeadbandHair:

Medium-length, fluffy silver strands parted to the left.

Now tangled, faintly singed near the tips—some strands sticking to oil-slicked patches along his brow.

Headband:

Matte black casing fused to his skull, subtly scuffed.

Five segmented neon-yellow eyes still glow, but dimmed—like he's haunted by fragments of surveillance and memory.

Hands & LimbsHands:

Four-fingered, efficient design now stained in thick, clotted oil.

Skin plating cracked along the palms where fists clenched too long or too hard.

Legs:

Dull chrome, accented with two faint glowing dots behind each calf—remnants of his original spark, now flickering under rage.

Trench CoatMaterial: Originally combat-grade fiber weave, now torn and warped.

Condition:

Right shoulder ripped, exposing damaged exoskeleton.

Fur lining along collar mottled, scorched, and damp with chemical residue.

Lower edges shredded, dragging softly over oil-stained flooring.

Smells faintly of scorched nanites and regret.

Tail & SyringeTail:

Matte black, once smooth, now fractured. Wires hang loose from segmented cracks.

Twitch response has become erratic, sometimes dragging like a dead limb.

Syringe End:

Large, shattered containment tube leaking bright neon-yellow Nanite Acid.

Acid glows faintly in the dark, casting a sickly light onto his boots.

The glass is sharp in places—some fragments embedded in the tail's junction like scars.

snow-covered landscape bathed in a muted, grayish light. Flurries drift softly through the air, blanketing the uneven terrain in fresh powder, while faint fog blurs the distant horizon, creating a sense of isolation. The ground bears subtle traces of disruption—scorch marks, shallow craters, or melted snow—hinting at recent conflict or decay. There's no sign of civilization, only open wilderness where silence reigns. The scene feels haunting, melancholic, and almost timeless, as if the snowfall itself is trying to bury what once happened there