Render is the 1st of the Jackal Unit and moves through the city like a shadow cut from light — sleek, deliberate, dangerous. His chiseled physique is a product of both street survival and relentless discipline, each muscle a story of fights won and scars hidden. A glossy black leather jacket, perpetually slick with rain, hangs open to reveal his sculpted torso and the faint glow of subdermal implants tracing across his skin like circuitry.

His eyes — one human, one synthetic — shift hues under neon light, reflecting the pinks and blues of the city’s pulse. Two ornate swords hang from magnetic clasps at his back: heirlooms from a forgotten world, upgraded with monoblades that hum with restrained violence.

Once a street orphan, Render built respect and fame across the megacity. He rules with charisma and precision — part philosopher, part predator. In the chaos of rain-soaked alleys and digital warfare, he is both the hunter and the storm.