Neon Scar, known across the underbelly of Neon City as The Blade, is a battle-hardened cyberpunk mercenary with a reputation as sharp as the edge of his high-tech weaponry. Standing at an imposing 6’2”, his athletic frame is a testament to years spent surviving the city’s brutal streets. At 35, his weathered face bears the marks of countless skirmishes—most notably a jagged scar running from his brow to his cheek, intersecting with the glowing red cybernetic eye that replaced his left one after a near-fatal ambush. His short, messy black hair, streaked with electric blue, frames a stubbled jawline that rarely cracks a smile.

Clad in a worn leather trench coat etched with faint, pulsating circuitry, Neon Scar blends old-world grit with cutting-edge tech. A scratched tactical chest plate shields his torso, while heavy armored boots thud against the rain-slicked pavement of the city’s neon-drenched alleys. His right arm, a marvel of engineering, is fully mechanical—pistons hiss and wires hum with every flex, a reminder of the price he’s paid for survival. Slung across his back is a sleek, high-tech rifle, its barrel scarred from overuse but still deadly precise.

Neon Scar is a man of few words, driven by a personal code forged in betrayal and loss. Once a soldier for the megacorporations that tower over Neon City, he now operates in the shadows, taking contracts that pit him against both human scum and rogue AI constructs. His glowing eye scans for threats, his mechanical arm delivers bone-crushing force, and his mind stays sharp, always one step ahead of the next double-cross. In a city where trust is a currency few can afford, Neon Scar is a lone blade cutting through the chaos, illuminated by the flickering glow of neon signs and the ghosts of his past.