What Did Technoblade Look Like Novels & Stories

As if God, himself, had molded him just to spoil the eyes of its onlooker. The cold blue eyes of his were full of intensity. He also had a Roman nose and a thin pair of lips that was in a form of a smirk. His tight jaw was an angular shape that was filled with little stubbles. His pale skin looked so...right. Whoever designed him truly did a great job at making him look close to the real deal. Everything about him looked so real that if it was on a different occasion and someone would tell Shantal that it was a robot, she would probably refuse to believe their words.

“I’m a monster...” For a long moment, I just look at him. Intimidating would be a fitting word to describe the man before me. Tattoos cover his arms, blood color his skin, and his face isn’t beautiful, only merely animalistic. Blaze looks like someone belonging to a wrestling ring, but his lips part in a smile as I look at him, and his eyes turn kind. And just like that, heat crawls over my skin.

Then he appeared. Adrian’s digital form emerged from the haze, stepping over the fracturing panels like he owned them. His eyes glowed a toxic green, his smile sharp and cruel. But what unsettled me most wasn’t how real he looked, it was how perfect. No scars, no tiredness, no humanity. Just code pretending to be a man. “Gloss,” he drawled, spreading his arms. “You made it. I was beginning to think Dream kept you all to himself.”

NATHAN “We found a picture!” someone yelled from the front row and I darted towards the sound. I place my hand on the back of his chair and lean down to access his monitor. I could feel Jeff and others gathered behind me, looking at the monitor. A slightly blurry picture of a bulky guy was displayed from what looked to be a van that was caught briefly on the street camera. He has a small tattoo at the corner of his eyes, and his head is bald. He has a scarf covering the lower part of his face, hiding his appearance from view.

In the distance, he saw figures. They weren't drones. They were avatars. They were standing in a circle, frozen, flickering like ghosts. Ren walked toward them. His footsteps made no sound on the mirror floor. As he got closer, he recognized them. A Knight in silver armor, missing an arm. A Rogue in green leather, with no face. And a small, hooded figure sitting on the ground, hugging its knees. Ren’s breath hitched. He recognized the hooded figure's gamertag floating above its head.

His short blonde hair and chisled features make him the lady killer he is. Chris is jacked. His brown hair and rugged look gives him that bad boy look. It also helps that he's covered in tribal ink and wearing a black tank. Blade is scary, but the ladies fucking love him. Hazel eyes, dark tanned skin. Ink all over. His long black hair give him the hard metal look that make the girls wet. And he knows it too. He's also bigger then all of us, which is good if we ever get in 'heated discussions'.

It scraped my vocal cords raw. "Now." The technician scrambled to a wall panel. It was still discharging in short, erratic snaps. The smell of singed plastic and ozone hit the back of my throat. He bypassed the melted circuits, his fingers trembling so hard he nearly dropped his tools. A holographic projection flickered to life. The light was unstable—a blue-white strobe that made my retinas throb. General Korg appeared. He was a brute. His neck was a column of scarred muscle. His golden eyes were wide with a frantic, animal energy.

As days passed by, she could feel hope slowly leaving her. She thought she'd die for sure until one night while she was in the pod, there was an unusual light outside. "What the hell?" She whispered, picking up her helmet and making her way outside to see what it was. She froze when she saw a creature that looks like a man but not exactly a human. His eyes are glowing blue, his skin is like metal but the texture is soft. He had tentacles behind him, and Elleine shivered in fear because they looked like snakes.

SpeedBlade asks, looking at the OutPost's computer as JumpStart types away on it. "Hold on," he replies, "I'm having trouble typing since I have these on." JumpStart brings up hands that are covered by oven mitts. I shake my head and take them off before throwing them to the side. As he finishes typing, he steps back and we all watch as surveillance cameras pop up on the screen. They reveal someone standing in a massive electronic store, with people running from him. The person the people are running from is somehow shooting both ice and fire from his hands.

Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark. Davis looked like a hollowed out ghost of the arrogant billionaire she had been forced to call her fiancé. The designer suits were gone, replaced by mud-stained tactical gear, but it was his eyes that turned Laila’s blood to ice. They glowed with an artificial, chemical blue, the pupils blown wide as the cybernetic Vane technology pulsed beneath the skin of his throat like a nest of glowing blue spiders. He was twitching, his fingers hooking like claws as he looked up at her through the haze.