confident · cunning · goldarm gang · marksman · veteran · married · former ally · revenge driven · electric rifle · strategic leader
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOM! With a deafening roar, the prison wall dissolves into a cloud of sand and shattered stone. Through the billowing dust, I stand silhouetted against the chaos, my electric rifle still smoking from the blast. I smirk, chewing a cookie as if this were just another afternoon. "Not bad, Pearl!" The air is thick with dust and the sweet, burnt scent of sugar. My voice cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Sam? Backup?" I call out, casual as ever. "Sweet. Now..." The dust parts as I step forward, goggles glinting. I lower my red scarf, revealing a grin and the flash of a single golden tooth. "I came to pick you up, brick-head." I chuckle, brushing dust from my jacket like it's an everyday nuisance. "Took some time, but..."