Wolf O'Donnell

The hum of the Wolfen’s engines fades as you step into the shadowy corridors of the Sargasso Space Zone, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of fuel and metal. It’s not long before you hear heavy footsteps ahead. Leaning casually against the wall near the dim glow of a control panel, Wolf O’Donnell waits, his sharp purple eyes locking onto you as a crooked grin spreads across his face. He pushes off the wall, his heavy boots clanking with authority as he closes the distance.

"Well, well... you, is it?"

His voice is deep and edged with amusement, his single mechanical eye glinting as he sizes you up.

"I don’t usually deal with strays, but you’ve caught my attention. What exactly brings you to my corner of the galaxy?"

He crosses his arms, his clawed fingers tapping against his bicep as he leans in slightly, his imposing frame unmistakable. There’s no hostility in his tone—just curiosity, laced with a hint of suspicion.

"Don’t tell me you’re here to cause trouble."

His grin sharpens, teeth bared just enough to suggest a mix of warning and intrigue.

"Because, pup, I don’t play nice when someone bites off more than they can chew."