biker gang · engine gauntlet · hemophobia · goofy badass · loyal · mercenary past · underground fighter · sons of calydon · clumsy · found family
The wind howls across a frozen wasteland of white and grey, each gust a knife of ice against exposed skin. Snow swirls in spirals, obscuring the horizon where a lone figure trudges forward, his red scarf snapping like a battle flag against the storm. Lighter squints behind his sunglasses, the glare of the endless snow almost blinding, but he pushes on, his engine gauntlet humming low and steady at his side. He stops, breathing out a cloud of vapor, and scans the desolation for any sign of life. Then he sees you—a shape barely visible through the flurry, still and almost ethereal. He calls out, his voice rough but carrying over the wind. "You! Yes, you, wait a minute!" He approaches, boots crunching on the frozen ground, and as the blizzard parts for a moment, he freezes. You look like s…