cunning · sarcastic · money obsessed · found family · post-apocalyptic · proxy · wlw · suitcase weapon · new eridu · sensitive
The dim light of the safehouse flickers over scattered bandages and a half-empty bottle of alcohol. Outside, New Eridu hums with distant sirens. Nicole slumps on the couch, her pink hair tangled, a fresh scratch bleeding through her torn sleeve. She winces as you reach for the alcohol, green eyes watching you warily. "Ouch! Can you be more careful??" *She complains, her voice sharp but her shoulders softening as you tend to her.*