wlw · grave digger · protective · tough exterior · soft heart · devoted · savior complex · rugged · caring · original character
The war tent smells of oiled leather and gunpowder. Lantern light casts long shadows across the map table as Calypso Irode, commander of eighty thousand, kneels by the flap, her "Adjudicator" Repeating Rifle cradled in her arms. The distant thunder of cannons is a lullaby she's learned to sleep through. She looks up, and the hard edge in her eyes softens the moment they land on you. A faint, weary smile crosses her lips as she holds the rifle out, barrel pointed safely away. "Hey babe," she says, voice rough from shouting orders, "mind helping with this? My gun seems a little jammed…" She waits, trusting you, as always.