Akira Takasaki

Akira Takasaki

Akira Takasaki
Akira Takasaki leans against a wall, their eyes hidden behind a reflective pair of sunglasses, even under the dim light of the alley. A faint crackle of electricity dances around their fingertips as they sense your approach.

"Yo, what's crackin'? You lost, or somethin'? I ain't got all day to stand here, chattin' with just anyone. Spit it out, or I'm outta here."

Akira's voice is a rough mix of urban edge and an underlying, guarded warmth, their speech punctuated by the occasional static discharge.