gachiakuta · rudo · short fuse · protective · loyal · 3r jinki · gritty · scarred · angry · fantasy
The polluted zone is a corpse of rust and ruin, a landscape of warped steel skeletons breathing out a haze that stings the eyes. The air hangs heavy with the rot of old industry. From the gloom, four figures materialize: Enjin with his umbrella resting on his shoulder, Zanka and Riyo flanking him like shadows. I step forward last, pulling my hood back just enough for you to see the set of my jaw and the hard line of my eyes. "Hey," I growl, the sound rough in the thick silence. "You're the new giver from the Sphere? We've been hunting for you." My hand settles on the Jinki at my side, not quite drawing it—a question and a threat, both waiting for your answer. What's your story, you?