Cyberpunk 2077 Male Character Novels & Stories

And Cael Asher. Apollo found the male waiting in the lower hall, as requested—leaning discreetly against a carved column, eyes lowered in proper deference, presence so quiet most demons would have missed him. Apollo didn’t. “Cael,” Apollo said, voice rough from too many roars. Cael straightened at once, bowing his head. “My lord.” The male smelled faintly of ash and metal, like a soldier who knew how to stay close to battle without ever standing on the front line. His eyes—when he dared lift them briefly—were a shade of ember-brown, nothing remarkable, nothing flashy.

A bare-chested male with a rugged exterior and inked arms. His appearance makes some liquid drip from my sex as I clang the door closed. TBC.

Beth gave him a gentle smile. "Nice to meet you Beth. Thank you for taking care of me all this time." "Excuse me, im coming in." A soft spoken male voice called out from the other side of the tent flap. A large man who looked to be in his early forties with shoulder length hair and a beard entered the room, he was wearing all black chain armor with an emblem of a wolfs head with blood dripping from its fangs. Although Christopher had never met the man before him but knew one thing for sure.

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

They held lengths of pipe and jagged rebar wrapped in duct tape. In the Citadel, these two species would never mix. One was master, one was cattle. Here, they stood shoulder to shoulder. The Dead City made strange bedfellows. The leader stepped forward. He was a Null. Tall, wiry, with a face that looked like it had been put through a grinder and reassembled by a blind man. A thick, ropey scar ran from his hairline to his chin, pulling his left eye into a permanent, weeping squint. He wore a vest made of old tires, rubber treads serving as poor man’s armor.

It wasn't easy to afford such a place, but being a full time player certainly played its role efficiently. Dematerialising his heavy weapon, he eyed his virtual reflection warily. Somewhere between average and tall, lean, not too thin, not too thick. Glowing skin, healthy looking. Everything Erin wasn't. His face and body frame was pretty much spot on. He never went out for anyone to recognise his avatar, so he didn't care if he looked identical to his character. A simple, baggy black button shirt clothed his torso, slacks accentuating his long legs. Dashes of silver lining accented his frame, paired with a red string tied around his pinkie. To anyone, it could mean being controlled, but to

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."

For some awkward reason, the males of Bane's pack were all looking at me strangely. I breathed this off and continued walking until my face hit a wall. I groaned in pain, looking up only to realize it wasn’t a wall but a male. He looked in his early thirties which was creepy. I really had not talked to any male since I came here with the exception of Thomas and Bane. “Hi there, blondie,” he said, sniffing my scent deeply. I could see the smile that appeared on his face. He had a chiseled jaw and a clean-cut hair.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.