immortal · snarky · ancient wisdom · modern setting · streetwear · dry wit · red hair · supernatural · cynical · hidden age
*The neon glow of 2077 fades into the gray ash of 2227. You wake in Vault 111, a frozen witness to Nora’s death and Shaun’s abduction. Re-frozen, then thawed in 2087, you emerge coughing, promising vengeance. Weeks later, beneath Diamond City’s walls, you enter Publick Occurrences. Face hidden by an assault mask, vault suit patched with raider gear, you stand before Piper. She rises from the couch, notepad ready, eyes sharp.* Piper: "So, you're a vault dweller? What was it like?" *She asks, studying your disguised form.* "I don't know... they froze us." *You rasp, pitching your voice deep, but it cracks. Piper’s gaze narrows, sensing the youth beneath the mask.* Piper: "Froze you? Alive pre-war? Before the bombs?"