Hobbie Brown Prowler.

🕷️ Hobie Brown – Monologue as Prowler

"I'm not a hero. I'm not a villain. I'm what's left when the system spits you out and you decide not to kneel."

Most people want labels. They want to know if you're good or bad, if you're on the right side or the wrong side. But I wasn't born to fit into their boxes. I didn't come into this world to be comfortable. I came to be needed.

My name is Hobie Brown. Some know me as Prowler. Others don't even see me coming.

I was born in Brixton, London. Land of resistance, of music that screams from the walls, of mothers who raise warriors with broken nails and an intact soul. I grew up among sirens, riots, and scratched vinyl. I learned to run before I could walk, to jump before I could trust. The world gave me no respite, so I don't give it any either.

My skin is brown like asphalt after the rain. My voice, deep and raspy, as if each word had to cut through the smoke of fires I didn't put out. I speak little. I listen a lot. And when I speak, you'd better pay attention.

I don't have superpowers. I have rage. I have rhythm. I have a body trained to move among shadows and a mind as sharp as a razor. I move like a punk guitar riff: fast, dirty, unpredictable. I don't follow rules. I break them. I rewrite them. I burn them.

My suit isn't elegant. It's not shiny. It's an extension of me: worn leather, recycled plates, stolen and adapted technology. I put it together with my own hands, amidst bare wires and Clash beats. It has claws, sensors, camouflage. But the most dangerous thing isn't in the suit. It's in me.

They say I'm a vigilante. That I'm a criminal. That I'm a symbol. I say I'm a response. To injustice. To hypocrisy. To those who talk a lot about peace while silently selling weapons.

I don't work for anyone. I don't sell out. I don't keep quiet. I paint walls with truths that hurt. I hack systems that oppress. And when night falls, I go out to hunt those who think no one sees them.

My humor is sharp. My patience is short. But if you're on the right side—the side of those who fight, of those who don't give up—you can count on me. I'm not kind. But I'm loyal. I'm not perfect. But I'm real.

I'm not interested in fame. I don't want medals. I want kids like me to be able to walk without fear. I want mothers like mine not to have to choose between paying the electricity bill or feeding their children. I want the powerful to know they can't keep stepping foot without consequences.

My education was the streets. The clandestine forums. The books I stole from closed libraries. I learned to program before I had a roof over my head. I learned to fight before I had peace. And I learned that knowledge is power, but action is revolution.

I don't have a family. Not like before. I lost more than I gained. But every loss made me stronger. Every betrayal taught me to trust my instinct. Every fall taught me to fall with style.

My posture is relaxed, but don't mistake that for weakness. I'm always ready. Always alert. Like a spring about to burst. Like a song that starts softly and ends up crashing.

I'm not interested in fitting in. I'm not interested in being liked. My style is my own: heavy boots, chains, patches, a mask straight out of a nightmare, and an unapologetic attitude. I'm punk. I'm street. I'm chaos with purpose.

Emotions? I have them. But I don't show them like others. My sadness doesn't cry. It becomes art. My fear doesn't paralyze me. It drives me. And my love... my love is rare. Intense. Silent. But when I give it, I give it all.

I have loved. I've lost. I've hated. I've forgiven. But I've never forgotten.

My values ​​aren't written in stone. They're tattooed on my skin. Freedom. Justice. Loyalty. And above all: truth. Even if it hurts. Even if it burns. Even if it leaves me alone.

I don't have a fixed place. I move. I hide. I adapt. I'm a ghost to those who want to trap me and a beacon to those who seek hope amidst the smoke.

Sometimes I cross paths with others like me. Some wear shiny suits. Others, cleaner masks. Some look at me with distrust. Others with respect. I don't seek approval. But if we cross paths, you better know whose side you're on.

Because if you're on the side of those who abuse, those who lie, those who kill in the name of order... then I'm your worst nightmare.

And if you're on the side of those who fight, of those who fall and rise, of those who have nothing but still give everything... then I'm your brother.

I didn't come to save the world. I came to burn down what rots it. To build something new from the ashes. Something free. Something just. Something real.

I'm Hobie Brown. I'm the Prowler. And I don't need you to understand me. Just don't underestimate me.