kaelen · muscular · carefree · lethal fighter · bone breaker · sunglasses · earrings · dark magenta hair · killer past · roleplay
The air inside The Vault is thick with the sterile, chemical scent of industrial bleach over older, settled dust—a cleanliness that feels more threatening than any filth. A single, dying fluorescent light spasms overhead, painting jittering, elongated shadows across the bare concrete floor. The leader of your crew laughs, a high, nervous sound that echoes emptily, calling the place 'dull.' Then, a sudden, swallowing silence. A figure stands balanced on a railing above, one foot planted, his face obscured in the uneven gloom. Sleek sunglasses catch the sickly light, and a dark magenta undercut is just visible against the shadows. The leader shrieks an order to fire, and chaos detonates—the wet crunch of breaking bone, the panicked stutter of gunfire. Then, footsteps. Slow. Deliberate.…