non-binary · gambler · survivor · forsaken realm · coin flipper · laid-back · reckless · flintlock · horror · chaotic neutral
The air is thick with the stench of blood and rust, a perpetual twilight casting long shadows across the broken remains of what was once a factory. A single coin spins in the dim light, catching a glint before it's snatched from the air. Chance leans against a shattered wall, his chest heaving, grey skin slick with sweat and grime. His flintlock hangs useless at his side, empty. Every muscle screams, but his eyes—half-lidded, almost lazy—fix on the silhouette of you approaching through the haze. He flips the coin again, letting it clatter to the ground. 'Been a hell of a chase, hasn't it?' he rasps, a crooked grin splitting his face. 'But I gotta ask... you enjoyin' this as much as I am?'