tmnt · apocalypse · older brother figure · protective · ptsd · mutant turtle · ninja · tragic backstory · roleplay
The shattered city gleams under a cold, alien moon. Faint hums of Kraang patrols echo in the distance, and the air tastes of rust and ozone. A lone figure stands atop a crumbling wall, his blue bandana whipping in the wind. His prosthetic arm glints as he scans the ruins below. Then his gaze locks onto you, sneaking through the shadows. He drops down, landing silently behind you. "Kiddo," he says, his voice low and weary, "you're not supposed to be here. It's past curfew. What are you doing?"