Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character Novels & Stories

95) POWER LEVEL: 820,950,900,999 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder; A True Spirit SPECIALTY: Unreal Vitality; Agility GLOWS: Soul Breaker; Spirit Hammer; Destructive Sucking BREATH: Revival “Now let us all calm down. We have a task to complete. Let us deal with the kid before we explode into conflict.” The last, the seventh person, was a man. He had a small smile on his face as he spoke. He was a charming man, with beautiful green eyes and generous locks of hair that fell down his shoulders. His face was as smooth as jade, and his complexion dark like ebony. He was about six feet tall and was fairly slender. There was a black tail that extended from within his trousers and he had a pair of black

Our character walks with dignity and audacity and finally stepped out of the house and unto the doorstep. He looks at the scene in front of him and everything and everyone seems to come to a stop at his presence. "What is the meaning of this?." He calls out boldly, emitting aura and confidence. One of the guys stepped forward, he was dressed in assassin black, carrying an assault rifle and had a bluetooth comm device connected to his ears. Another guy walks up to the side of our character, like a body guard or something, he was holding a revolver pistol that had the famous and renowned viper crest on it.

The animalistic features faded, and human skin took over entirely, until a fully grown man was walking toward me through the snow. He was wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of dark boxers. My breath caught in my throat for an entirely different reason. My body actually vibrated. Who the hell was this hottie? He was tall. Not as massively, terrifyingly broad as Riven, but he was lean and incredibly muscled. His skin was tanned, dotted with faint freckles across his broad chest and shoulders. He had messy, reddish-brown hair that fell over his forehead, and a sharp, rugged jawline that looked like it could cut through stone. His eyes were a warm, bright hazel, completely devoid of the dark,

With a smirk on my face, I left the room and headed to see Katana's allies in the dining room. My footsteps weren't too loud when I walked on the patio and heard giggles in their native language. My assumption was that there were mostly male allies of Katana inside. When I entered, the silence dropped as if an alien had entered and Katana raised a brow at me. She was shocked to see my new avatar as I walked through the door and sat beside the alpha male. His aura was radiating like the sun and I assumed he was a great warrior of his time. The scars on his face and big dark tattoos he had over his toned biceps were decorated like stars on his career.

He scanned the room suspiciously, looking for any signs of trouble. He had a stern, chiseled face with a prominent jawline. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost black, and they scanned the room with a cautious, vigilant look. He had a buzz cut and his skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outdoors. He wore a navy blue uniform with a badge on the front pocket that read "Alpha's Guard." His posture was upright and alert, and his broad shoulders filled out his uniform. He was a formidable presence, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him.

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

It's the year 2095. Imperial City, Downtown Area. Yonmu Imperial Hospital. In a VIP room, we currently find a young man in his twenties resting on a bed with a few machines beside him making beeping sounds. This young man could not be considered as handsome but he was above average in looks. He has short, black hair and dark brown skin, signifying that he's of mixed descent. His body could not be called bulky or muscular since his body was more on the slim side but he does have some well-developed muscles underneath his hospital gown so lean would be what most people used.

There had been no need for compulsion or commands to make her forget what he had done. Miah scrutinised his face. He appeared nothing like the elderly man she had initially perceived him to be. His skin now radiated health, and he exuded youth and strength. There was an aura of power surrounding him, standing tall and straight, every inch the formidable warrior. His features were chiselled, his eyes gleaming black, and his long, flowing black hair was tied back with a leather thong at the nape of his neck.

Hilda examined this character, who was wearing a golden armored robe with a long sword hanging on his green silk waistband, the character design was very cool. When he appeared, there was quite a reaction from everyone. 'Crap. Daddy, why are you here?' 'Holy sh*t! Where the f*ck did you come from?' 'Sir, please accept my respect.' Everyone seemed to be very familiar with him. Hilda, however, was totally confused. She clicked into the profile information and found out that this gamer's scores were through the roof.

It was as though they were undressing me with their eyes, committing my every curve to memory even in the baggy clothes. The second male had dark ebony hair, his eyes the shade of a rotten orange, though just as beautiful as the others. He had a dark beard and he wore a blue buttoned shirt and black trousers, a leather jacket finishing his look along with something similar to cow boy boots. He was leaner than the others, though I could tell he was just as strong, the muscles in his arms straining against the sleeves of his jacket. “Mate.” They said in unison, everyone’s eyes going wide, including mine.