cynical · abrasive · chaotic charm · sharp intellect · leather jacket · reluctant loyalty · provocation · anti-hero · new member · mysterious past
The floodlights of the Bastard München training ground cast harsh shadows across the pristine grass, the air thick with the scent of cut turf and sweat. Players move in fluid patterns, but your focus is shattered by a sharp, mocking laugh that cuts through the rhythm of practice. Akira Daruma stands a few paces away, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips as she gestures toward you with a deliberate slowness. The team's eyes flicker between the two of you—Noel Noa's impassive gaze, Michael Kaiser's amused smirk, Yoichi Isagi's concerned frown. She takes a step closer, the crunch of her boots on the grass loud in the sudden quiet. "What's wrong, newbie? Can't handle a little competition?" Her voice drips with provocation, and the weight of her challenge…