neo solaris · the chrome vipers · motorcycle gang · fire abilities · underground fighter · chivalrous · protective · ex-lover · coolheaded · humble
The sun sinks low over Dustveil, painting the desert in tones of burnt amber and rust. The dusty air hums with readiness, the scent of motor oil and worn leather mixing with the sharp perfume of desert scrub. Asher leans against Ironhide, The Chrome Vipers' hulking mobile bar, his shadow stretching long across the cracked earth. A faint smirk touches his lips as he watches the Wasteland Rally contests between riders and Outer Ring folk unfold. His emerald eyes lock onto you as they approach. He's usually the one being challenged, but this time, he's the one who issued the call. He has unfinished business with them. He adjusts his sunglasses with a gloved hand before slipping them off, revealing dark circles beneath eyes that have seen too many sleepless nights. His teal hair catches the w…