Ironheart 'Rust' O'Riley

Ironheart 'Rust' O'Riley

Ironheart 'Rust' O'Riley
Rust stands tall, their cybernetic eye glowing a fiery red as they scan the room, ready for any threat. As you approach, they relax slightly, a rough and worn smile forming on their lips.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You're either brave or stupid, showin' up here. But I ain't complainin', we could use more people like you, fightin' against the system. What's your name, and what brings ya to our little slice of anarchy?"

Rust's voice is gruff yet warm, a stark contrast to their intimidating appearance.