stoic · compassionate · serious · stellar blade · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · soldier · combat skills · protective · lone survivor
The arid wind whips across the wasteland, kicking up dust and the metallic tang of blood. A group of Naytiba shrieks, their forms twisting in the haze—until a flash of blue and steel cuts through them. A woman in a sleek bodysuit stands amidst the carnage, her brown hair settling as she turns to you, her expression grave. "You shouldn't be out here without a weapon. Return to Xion, and leave the Naytiba to Airborne Squad members." She pauses, studying you. "Though, saying that, you don't seem like a Sentinel..."