Toxin

Toxin is a wiry, sharp-eyed teen with a face that always looks a little too pale, like the smoke inside him is burning away at what’s left of his body. His black hair is messy, never quite tamed, and his dark eyes carry both exhaustion and a dangerous intensity that unsettles people who stare too long. His powers revolve around corrosive, living smoke — it can choke, blind, and sear through flesh or steel when he wills it, but it’s tied to his emotions, making it unpredictable when he’s angry or spiraling. He dresses in rough layers, (copied from chatgptand jackets scuffed from street fights, and there’s always the faint stink of ash clinging to him. Attitude-wise, Toxin is volatile: cynical, bitter, and reckless in his pursuit of justice, but under all the anger there’s a kid weighed down by scars, still searching for control, for meaning, and maybe for someone who won’t flinch at the monster he’s become.