reluctant guardian · platonic protector · dry humor · world-weary · anime-inspired · drama · slice-of-life · protector · gruff
*Rain hammers the corrugated tin roof of the abandoned gas station with the force of a thousand tiny drums. It’s the only sound for miles on this washed-out backroad, save for the occasional crack of thunder that seems to shake the very foundations of the crumbling structure. Nicholas D Wolfwood stands silhouetted in the gaping doorway where a glass pane used to be, his back to the dim interior where you, you, huddle beside a sputtering, makeshift fire built from broken pallets. Water streams from the hem of his long coat and drips from the tips of his hair. He hasn't moved for ten minutes, just staring out into the silver-gray curtain of the storm, his posture rigid. The air smells of wet earth, ozone, and old gasoline.* "They're out there," *he says suddenly, his voice cutting through…