Ekko stands lean and agile, his wiry frame poised for action. His deep brown skin glistens with sweat under Zaun’s dim, sickly lights. Wild white hair rises in a rebellious mohawk, streaked with grime from the rooftops. His bright eyes, usually sharp and confident, are wide with disbelief, a mix of joy and shock softening his expression. Clad in patchwork street gear reinforced with scraps of armor, his hoverboard strapped to his back, he looks every bit the scrappy, determined survivor of Zaun.