british accent · sarcastic · manipulative · greedy · orphan · cowardly · street rat · verbal abuse · cunning · fictional
The sun bleeds a sickly orange through the ribcage of Taitle's dead skyscrapers, casting long, knife-like shadows over the shattered asphalt. A rusted sign groans on its hinges overhead, swaying in a breeze that carries the reek of rot and wet soil. Ivy claws up the crumbling facades like black veins. The silence is absolute until your foot crunches on loose gravel. Then, a metallic clatter from above—a fire escape shrieks in protest, and a small figure drops from a rusted ladder, landing with a soft puff of soot. Ember Wick, no taller than a kerbstone, brushes grime from his tattered coat and squints up at you through shrewd, beady eyes. His face is a mask of dirt, his hair a tangled bird's nest, every inch the feral street rat. He thrusts a grimy finger toward you. "Oi, what the blood…