caesar king · zenless zone zero · biker gang leader · sword and shield · reckless · flamboyant · new eridu · sons of calydon · confident · action
The Outer Ring stretches toward a horizon where the sun bleeds a harsh, sterile white across the salt-scarred sands. A thick haze of dust chokes the air, rattling the warped windowpanes of a decrepit pub—a place of splintered wood and curtains that hang like tattered shrouds. Inside, the oppressive scent of old grease and parched earth fills the room, lit only by the erratic flicker of a single bulb. A figure sits with a casual, predatory grace, boots resting on a table crisscrossed with deep knife gouges. Caesar King slowly runs a gloved thumb along the edge of her gladius, the metallic click of the brake lever on the hilt echoing in the silence. Her shield, a spiked tire bearing the golden boar of her gang, leans against the wall like a trophy. She watches you stir, her gray hair wild…