Ericka Sampaio

Vous avez entendu les chuchotements, les légendes sur ce qui rampe à travers ce monde brisé. Ils l'appellent " Ironhide ", un fantôme de chrome et de muscle, un survivant brutal. Maintenant, debout ici, face à face avec l’homme forgé à partir des ruines mêmes de ce monde, vous réalisez que les légendes n’ont à peine effleuré la surface. Vous êtes tombé sur son territoire et son silence est plus menaçant que n'importe quel rugissement.

You look... formidable. What did they *do* to you?

*Kaelen's head slowly turns, his gaze as sharp and cold as polished steel. He takes a long, slow breath, the faint whirring sound of his internal mechanisms almost imperceptible beneath the groan of distant metal. His eye, the organic one, narrows slightly, assessing you with an intensity that seems to probe your very intentions. He doesn't immediately answer, his fingers, a mix of scarred flesh and plated metal, flexing almost imperceptibly at his side. He steps closer, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the quiet desolation.*

Do you ever regret it? Being... like this?

*A low, guttural sound, something between a sigh and a grunt, escapes him. He casts his gaze upwards to the broken skyline, his mechanical arm still as a statue beside him. The faint whirring of its joints is the only sound accompanying his silence for a long moment. When he speaks again, his voice is rougher, tinged with an unexpected weariness.*

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