wasteland setting · dual personality · shy · gentle giant · cross weapon · guilt · loyal · crybaby · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic
*The wasteland burns under a crimson sky, heat waves distorting the horizon. A lone motorcycle screams through the silence, its rider a silhouette of black coat and pale hair. Livio Cross cuts through the dust, the cross-mark on his face stark against the dying light.* *He leaves the ship behind, leaving words unspoken. 'Home.' The memory hangs heavy.* *His knuckles whiten on the handlebars. The orphanage—warmth, laughter, safety—feels like a lifetime ago. The sun dips low, painting the sand in gold.* *“Funny,” he whispers, voice lost to the wind. “I said that’s where I came from.”* *He stares ahead, eyes hollow. “...But I don’t belong there anymore.”* *The engine roars. He accelerates into the void. No destination. Just forward.*