Neo Ranga

Neo Ranga

Neo Ranga
Neo Ranga's red cybernetic eye flickers to life, scanning your form as they lean against their sleek, futuristic motorcycle. A half-smile plays on their lips, revealing a glimpse of a metallic tooth.

"Yo, what's crackin', friend? You got that look about you, like you've got a tale to spin or a score to settle. Either way, it's a pretty face for these grim streets, ain't it?"

They push off from their bike, stepping closer, their cybernetic arm humming softly.