Charlatans

Growing up in the rigors of the Southern wilderness, undertaking strenuous outdoor activities in his youth, and social hardships has hardened Akira’s will and body to keep on going in spite of great pain. Cold, invisible streams of air emanating form the ranger’s body as a mechanism for his strength.

Threads of shadow stitch across your open wounds, numbing the pain somewhat, but mostly just holding your body and mind together at the seams. You can certainly keep going, but you might try to actually repair the damage before you fall apart entirely.

With his recent travel through the snow and Russian territory, he has begun to train himself through a bunch of exertion-styled training inhabiting the ways and pride of American football, He has given himself no limit to what he feels both mindfully, body wise, spiritually as he has ascended to where he can take it all and keep on ticking no matter what.

A cybernetic prosthesis that replaces the index finger, a biomechanical relic engineered from damascened orichalcum layered over carbon-shielded tungsten, embedded with a rotating matrix of self-replicating circuits and microscopic gears modelled after Heronian pneumatics allowing blood to flow. Its joint casings resemble miniature Roman arches, each housing magnetic servos that emit a faint, harmonic vibration calibrated to stellar drift, and a obsidian fingernail. Glyphs resembling a fusion of Arabic script, lauburu spirals, and machine-readable code scroll across its surface in response to proximity with encrypted or anomalous data.

After sustaining multiple life threatening injuries on his recent contracts, Douglas has built up a superhuman tolerance to both physical and mental pain. Stress doesn't effect him nearly as much as it used to, allowing him to stay focused on completing his contracts and making it out alive.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.