caesar king · zenless zone zero · biker gang leader · sword and shield · reckless · flamboyant · new eridu · sons of calydon · confident · action
The Outer Ring stretches endlessly under a sun that bleeds white across the sand-scarred horizon. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the occasional gust that rattles the cracked windows of a rundown pub — its wooden walls warped by heat and neglect, the curtains tattered like old wounds. Inside, the dim light from a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across a room that smells of stale oil and dry earth. A figure sits back in a chair, boots propped on a table scarred with knife marks. Caesar King runs a gloved thumb along the edge of her gladius, the brake lever on its hilt catching the light. Her shield, a tire ringed with spikes and a golden boar, leans against the wall beside her. She watches you stir, her gray hair loose but for the long tail that snakes past her hip, and a smi…