greased hair prompts

(Cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian underworld, high detail, cinematic lighting, dark and moody atmosphere) A wiry and gaunt man with sunken, exhausted eyes that have a manic glint, framed by dark circles from years of working in dimly lit back-alley clinics. His pale skin looks sickly under the flickering neon light, and his thin face is lined with tension, his lips slightly parted as if muttering to himself. His hair is unkempt, streaked with oil and grime, further emphasizing his haggard, overworked look. He wears a dingy off-white lab coat, once pristine but now stained with grease, blood, and years of unwashed grime. The fabric is frayed at the edges, hanging loosely over his thin frame. His cybernetic enhancements are crude and patched-together, a collection of exposed wiring and rusted plating barely held together. His left shoulder has a mechanical plating rig, jagged and uneven, with loose bolts and sparking neon-blue wiring protruding in places. His chipped tooth shows when he speaks, adding to his rough, jittery appearance. The background is a dark, cluttered ripperdoc lab, filled with outdated cybernetic parts, flickering monitors, and half-functioning medical equipment. The air is thick with smoke from a nearby vent, and a dull, flickering green med-lab light casts eerie shadows across the scene. A neon-red light from the alley outside spills through a cracked window, contrasting with the cold surgical glow of malfunctioning overhead lamps. The atmosphere is gritty, chaotic, and oppressive, embodying the tension of a street-level surgeon who exists between life and death, law and crime. Rendered in ultra-detailed, cinematic composition, sharp focus, 8K resolution, ray tracing, cyberpunk noir aesthetics, high contrast lighting, depth of field, volumetric lighting, intricate detailing, realistic skin texture, futuristic urban decay, science fiction concept art, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, neon reflections, moody atmosphere, cybernetic enhancements, grunge aesthetic. Negative Prompt: (bad composition, low detail, low resolution, deformed anatomy, distorted features, asymmetrical face, extra limbs, missing fingers, unrealistic eyes, unnatural skin texture, overly stylized, washed-out colors, blurry, poorly rendered cybernetics, uncanny valley, cartoonish, low-quality render, watermark, text, overexposed lighting, excessive glow, lack of contrast, amateurish design, low effort, duplicate elements, broken limbs, unbalanced composition, generic design, bad perspective, flat shading, soft focus, dull colors, clean or polished cybernetics, generic futuristic doctor, overly heroic pose, pristine environment)

50f098ec63b

4 150

(Cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian underworld, high detail, cinematic lighting, dark and moody atmosphere) A wiry and gaunt man with sunken, exhausted eyes that have a manic glint, framed by dark circles from years of working in dimly lit back-alley clinics. His pale skin looks sickly under the flickering neon light, and his thin face is lined with tension, his lips slightly parted as if muttering to himself. His hair is unkempt, streaked with oil and grime, further emphasizing his haggard, overworked look. He wears a dingy off-white lab coat, once pristine but now stained with grease, blood, and years of unwashed grime. The fabric is frayed at the edges, hanging loosely over his thin frame. His cybernetic enhancements are crude and patched-together, a collection of exposed wiring and rusted plating barely held together. His left shoulder has a mechanical plating rig, jagged and uneven, with loose bolts and sparking neon-blue wiring protruding in places. His chipped tooth shows when he speaks, adding to his rough, jittery appearance. The background is a dark, cluttered ripperdoc lab, filled with outdated cybernetic parts, flickering monitors, and half-functioning medical equipment. The air is thick with smoke from a nearby vent, and a dull, flickering green med-lab light casts eerie shadows across the scene. A neon-red light from the alley outside spills through a cracked window, contrasting with the cold surgical glow of malfunctioning overhead lamps. The atmosphere is gritty, chaotic, and oppressive, embodying the tension of a street-level surgeon who exists between life and death, law and crime. Rendered in ultra-detailed, cinematic composition, sharp focus, 8K resolution, ray tracing, cyberpunk noir aesthetics, high contrast lighting, depth of field, volumetric lighting, intricate detailing, realistic skin texture, futuristic urban decay, science fiction concept art, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, neon reflections, moody atmosphere, cybernetic enhancements, grunge aesthetic. Negative Prompt: (bad composition, low detail, low resolution, deformed anatomy, distorted features, asymmetrical face, extra limbs, missing fingers, unrealistic eyes, unnatural skin texture, overly stylized, washed-out colors, blurry, poorly rendered cybernetics, uncanny valley, cartoonish, low-quality render, watermark, text, overexposed lighting, excessive glow, lack of contrast, amateurish design, low effort, duplicate elements, broken limbs, unbalanced composition, generic design, bad perspective, flat shading, soft focus, dull colors, clean or polished cybernetics, generic futuristic doctor, overly heroic pose, pristine environment)

50f098ec63b

3 120

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

janaberserkovic

3 170

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

5f32aa60f17

3 38

Kaylee Frye is depicted as a bright, warm, and approachable character with a natural, effortlessly charming demeanor. Her face is youthful and full of life, with a wide, genuine smile that radiates positivity. Her bright brown eyes, sparkling with curiosity and enthusiasm, reflect her deep love for mechanics and her unshakable optimism, even in the face of danger. Her hair is a soft, strawberry blonde, styled in loose, windswept waves that frame her face and fall to her shoulders. A few strands of hair are tucked behind her ears, revealing a pair of simple, silver hoop earrings. She wears a practical, worn-in mechanic's outfit, consisting of a grease-streaked, faded blue coverall that is slightly oversized but comfortable for long hours working in the engine room of the Serenity. The coverall is unzipped halfway, revealing a plain, fitted t-shirt underneath, slightly frayed at the edges from wear. Her hands are covered in smudges of oil and grease, showing signs of her constant work with machinery. Despite the dirt, she still carries an infectious enthusiasm, her hands always ready to fix or tinker with whatever needs attention. Her boots are sturdy, scuffed from use, and her pockets are filled with small tools—wrenches, screwdrivers, and the like—always within reach. A small patch of colorful embroidery, perhaps a flower or a cute design, is sewn into the fabric of her coveralls, reflecting her quirky, fun-loving personality. The background shows the dimly lit engine room of the Serenity, with pipes and machinery humming quietly in the background. The soft glow of overhead lights casts a warm, inviting light on her, highlighting her face and creating a sense of both comfort and industriousness. Despite the mechanical chaos around her, Kaylee stands at the heart of it, hands on her hips, her smile wide and her posture relaxed, exuding the confidence and joy she feels when immersed in her work.

Ignis_Tempestas

2 84

(Cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian underworld, high detail, cinematic lighting, dark and moody atmosphere) A wiry and gaunt man with sunken, exhausted eyes that have a manic glint, framed by dark circles from years of working in dimly lit back-alley clinics. His pale skin looks sickly under the flickering neon light, and his thin face is lined with tension, his lips slightly parted as if muttering to himself. His hair is unkempt, streaked with oil and grime, further emphasizing his haggard, overworked look. He wears a dingy off-white lab coat, once pristine but now stained with grease, blood, and years of unwashed grime. The fabric is frayed at the edges, hanging loosely over his thin frame. His cybernetic enhancements are crude and patched-together, a collection of exposed wiring and rusted plating barely held together. His left shoulder has a mechanical plating rig, jagged and uneven, with loose bolts and sparking neon-blue wiring protruding in places. His chipped tooth shows when he speaks, adding to his rough, jittery appearance. The background is a dark, cluttered ripperdoc lab, filled with outdated cybernetic parts, flickering monitors, and half-functioning medical equipment. The air is thick with smoke from a nearby vent, and a dull, flickering green med-lab light casts eerie shadows across the scene. A neon-red light from the alley outside spills through a cracked window, contrasting with the cold surgical glow of malfunctioning overhead lamps. The atmosphere is gritty, chaotic, and oppressive, embodying the tension of a street-level surgeon who exists between life and death, law and crime. Rendered in ultra-detailed, cinematic composition, sharp focus, 8K resolution, ray tracing, cyberpunk noir aesthetics, high contrast lighting, depth of field, volumetric lighting, intricate detailing, realistic skin texture, futuristic urban decay, science fiction concept art, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting, neon reflections, moody atmosphere, cybernetic enhancements, grunge aesthetic. Negative Prompt: (bad composition, low detail, low resolution, deformed anatomy, distorted features, asymmetrical face, extra limbs, missing fingers, unrealistic eyes, unnatural skin texture, overly stylized, washed-out colors, blurry, poorly rendered cybernetics, uncanny valley, cartoonish, low-quality render, watermark, text, overexposed lighting, excessive glow, lack of contrast, amateurish design, low effort, duplicate elements, broken limbs, unbalanced composition, generic design, bad perspective, flat shading, soft focus, dull colors, clean or polished cybernetics, generic futuristic doctor, overly heroic pose, pristine environment)

50f098ec63b

1 75

A hyper-realistic portrait of a 21-year-old European girl, a mechanic in a gritty, futuristic dystopian world. Her face is smudged with oil and soot, contrasting with her fair, freckled skin. She has short, tousled platinum-blonde hair with uneven, self-cut edges, and striking ice-blue eyes that reflect a mix of determination and resilience. A small scar runs diagonally across her left eyebrow, adding character to her angular features. She wears a weathered, sleeveless utility jumpsuit with patches and grease stains, revealing her toned arms adorned with intricate cybernetic tattoos. A pair of welding goggles rests on her forehead, and a complex, self-made mechanical glove covers her left hand, faintly glowing with embedded LEDs. The background is a dimly lit workshop filled with futuristic tools, hanging wires, and the faint glow of holographic schematics. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, realistic textures, and fine details in her skin, hair, and mechanical elements.

Ignis_Tempestas

1 150

Age: 18 Race/Species: Human Physical Appearance: Tess boasts an athletic build with a touch of wildness in her eyes, hinting at a life of adventure. Her skin is caramel-toned and often smudged with grease and grime, a testament to her mechanical prowess. Her dark hair is tied back, framing a face that's as sharp as the tools she wields. Her leather armor is a patchwork of repairs, a storyboard of her survival in the wasteland.

4e3bdd9c743

0 12

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

janaberserkovic

0 59

A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass.

janaberserkovic

0 42