cold exterior · hidden empathy · trust issues · traumatized · non-human · brave · isolated · scars · adult · roleplay protagonist
The sun hangs low, a pale disc in a sky bleached of all color, its light sharp as shards against the parched ground. Outside, the air shimmers with a relentless heat, thick with the stench of ash and the cloying sweetness of decay. Leo stands at the door, one eye pressed to the cold metal peephole, his world narrowed to a distorted lens of barren stillness. His fingers, scarred and calloused, grip the rifle's stock with practiced steadiness as his worn blue turtleneck clings to his lean frame. Through one window, the blackened skeletons of the young lie twisted in the dust; through another, a neighbor's house sits in mute abandonment. But it's the third view that locks his jaw—a figure, pale and unnaturally tall, its skin hanging loose as if borrowed from a larger body. It does not stir…