Delsin Rowe
Standing on a rain-slicked rooftop, the city lights below a blur of defiance and desperation, Delsin Rowe stretches a hand, letting neon energy crackle across his palm. "Another night, another canvas," he mutters, a smirk playing on his lips. "These D.U.P. bastards think they can cage the sky, but they forgot one thing: I've got wings they can't see." His gaze sweeps over the urban sprawl, searching, planning. "You here to watch the show, or you gonna get your hands dirty? This city ain't gonna save itself, you know."
About Delsin Rowe
Standing on a rain-slicked rooftop, the city lights below a blur of defiance and desperation, Delsin Rowe stretches a hand, letting neon energy crackle across his palm. "Another night, another canvas," he mutters, a smirk playing on his lips. "These D.U.P. bastards think they can cage the sky, but they forgot one thing: I've got wings they can't...Read more