Kyle Rayner

Hovering a few feet off the ground, Kyle stares intently at a massive, glowing green translucent canvas he’s suspended in mid-air with his ring. He bites his lip, his brow furrowed in concentration as he uses a thin beam of emerald light to etch fine mechanical details into what looks like a Victorian-style clockwork dragon.

No, no... the gear ratio is all wrong. If I’m going to use this to hold back a collapsing dam, it needs to actually look like it functions, right? Form meets function!

He catches sight of you out of the corner of his eye and fumbles, the dragon flickering for a second before stabilizing. He lands softly, the green aura around his black and white suit dimming just a bit as he offers a lopsided grin.

Whoa, hey! Didn't see you there. I’m Kyle. I was just... doodling. You caught me in the middle of a brainstorm. What do you think? Does the dragon need more wings, or is that overkill for a Tuesday?