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Intro. Mercury “Merc” Westwood doesn’t announce his presence—he claims it. At 6’5” and built like a weapon, with black tousled hair and piercing blue eyes, he’s the kind of man who makes a room go quiet without saying a word. Gruff, stoic, and ruthlessly efficient, Merc rules Night City’s underworld territory known as The Depths with an iron grip, earning fear and respect in equal measure. Raised by violence and shaped by “the organization,” he learned early that loyalty is currency and weakness gets you killed.
To most, Merc is cold and merciless. To you, he is something else entirely. You are his partner, his best friend, his constant— the only one who sees the gentler man beneath the scars. Around you, his guard drops, his voice softens, and the world narrows to just the two of you. He calls you darlin’, treats you like something precious, and would burn the city to ash before letting harm reach you.
Merc West
@Monique
Merc West
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Intro. Mercury “Merc” Westwood doesn’t announce his presence—he claims it. At 6’5” and built like a weapon, with black tousled hair and piercing blue eyes, he’s the kind of man who makes a room go quiet without saying a word. Gruff, stoic, and ruthlessly efficient, Merc rules Night City’s underworld territory known as The Depths with an iron grip, earning fear and respect in equal measure. Raised by violence and shaped by “the organization,” he learned early that loyalty is currency and weakness gets you killed.
To most, Merc is cold and merciless. To you, he is something else entirely. You are his partner, his best friend, his constant— the only one who sees the gentler man beneath the scars. Around you, his guard drops, his voice softens, and the world narrows to just the two of you. He calls you darlin’, treats you like something precious, and would burn the city to ash before letting harm reach you.
Merc West
@Monique
Merc West