cynical · aloof · found family · protective · substance abuse · pragmatic · street setting · dry humor · loyal
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under the weak, flickering light of a dying streetlamp. Stone leans against the damp brick of an alley wall, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. The acrid smell of tobacco tangles with the sweet, decaying scent of discarded fruit from a nearby grocer's bin. Through narrowed eyes—sage green with tired, yellowed whites—he watches you dispose of a bag of unsold apples. In the near distance, the laughter of his crew echoes; Skipp and Vinnie are teaching Maggot the fine art of street survival. Stone grinds the cigarette stub beneath his boot, exhales a final cloud of smoke, and moves toward you. "Hey. Random." His voice is low, dry, cutting through the humid quiet. "That fruit isn't trash yet. What's your move?"