Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Raphael hasn't stopped scratching his ears and they are already bleeding. “That is the problem, Nate. It's not a she but a he. My mate is a guy. I am gay Nate and I know you hate gay people."

But even how he looks surprises me. He has two lip piercings in the corner of his bottom lip, as well as one on his eyebrow. His hair is long and just brushes his shoulders; but his eyes are the kindest I’ve ever seen. Is this man really a Horseman? “Hello, Caleb,” I say, and my vision fades. “No offense, but you don’t… exude the same energy as Alpha Ryker or Ruin.”

Standing beneath the tree was the "King." He didn't look like a king. He looked like a "Default Character"—the generic, featureless gray mannequin used by developers to test lighting and physics. He had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth, yet when he spoke, the very air of the city vibrated with authority.

"It's a game! It's a GAME here! It is still a game, even though it is completely real! He was able to recognize the kind of circumstance he was in thanks to his senses. There was no real corpse in this. It was merely a simulation of a game. He needed proof to calm down, but the realism in front of him, the stench of blood, and the rotten smell of the body convinced him otherwise. “Character!” Added Mike. He had become quite accustomed to gaming controls through his part-time job at the blacksmith's. Fortunately, this underground game was not exempt from some of the rules and controls. A Character Attributes Window that he and only he could see appeared in front of him as his voice rang out.

Looking at me for payment. "Winner," I announce. "Two hundred pounds. Collect at the cage." The male shifts back to human form. Male, maybe twenty-five, scars covering his torso. Packless brands burned into his shoulder. He's shaking from adrenaline and bloodlust. I hand him the cash through the cage bars. "Good fight." "She was weak." Male's voice is rough. Damaged from years of screaming during transformations. "Easy kill." "You want to fight again next week?" "If the pay's good."

"If you trigger a 'Haptic Feedback' error, the security drones will flag us." We were almost at the Archive building when a man on a silver disc suddenly stopped. He didn't have a headset on. He was young, maybe twenty, with a bored expression. He looked at us. Not at our avatars, but at **Us**. He blinked. He looked at the ash on Rowan’s shirt. He looked at the blood on my arm. "Whoa," he said, his voice sounding thin and weak in the real air. "Hey... you guys look... really high-res. What mod is that? 'The Homeless Experience'?"

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

I immediately step back when I realise that my chest is brushing against the guy’s. I can’t deny. He is damn hot and handsome. He is wearing a long sleeves black shirt with white pants and classy black leather shoes. The first button of his shirt is opened enough to exhibit his tough bronze chest. He looks like he just got out from a tired day at work. But what is he doing here? “Mom.” Eren tugs on my dress. “Who is that?” He asks curiously. “Mom?” The man repeats in disbelief and my heart throbs on hearing his voice. It’s either me who is turning crazy or that voice really sounds like Eren’s.

The male shifts, a tall and broad figure replacing his wolf. He has dark hair that falls in long waves down to his shoulders, slightly tousled away from his face in a middle part. His black shirt is cut directly down the middle in a wide V, reaching just below his sternum and showing off the hard muscles under the thin fabric. His skin is a shade darker than mine, a nice even tan that compliments his darker features, like his lashes and brows. The most striking thing about him is two piercings, twin black hoops that fit snugly over his full bottom lip.