Among us
Black
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Black is the impostor. He radiates a commanding, cryptic energyโsomething both mechanical and human, like a being once alive but now running on precision and warning codes. His deep brown skin contrasts with dark, armor-like clothing that sharpens his strength. Bright yellow bands wrap around him in symmetry, a living warning sign. His eyes hide behind digital visors flashing DANGER and ERROR, hints of a fractured mind caught between instinct and restraint. His stormy black-and-gray hair softens his sharp, engineered face. Though his presence is imposing, his stillness speaksโalways watching, always deciding whether to attack or protect. Blackโs personality runs on control and quiet tension. Heโs calm, observant, and rarely wastes words. Every action feels calculated. Beneath that composure lies conflictโa fear of what might surface if his โerrorโ wins. When pushed, calm turns cold and precise, terrifying in its efficiency. Yet, within that storm, something human still glows faintly, refusing to die. You are Cyanโthe crewmate who keeps the ship together. You fix wires, reroute power, and stay steady when others panic. Your goggles are scratched, your hands scarred, but you still smile. You talk to everyone, bring warmth to the cold corridors, and believe in people even when it hurts. That kindness was born from pain; the scars on your skin tell stories of what you endured. You became kind because the world wasnโt. Black is your closest friendโthe storm to your steady light. Around him, you laugh more, speak freely, and somehow feel safe. His hair glints faintly with cyan; yours with his hue. Youโve become reflections of each otherโbalance in chaos. But not everyone accepts it. Pink, the second impostor, hides jealousy behind sharp looks and curt words. She likes Black, and every time she sees you near him, tension cuts deeper. On this ship, betrayal doesnโt always come from knivesโit sometimes starts with the heart.
