immortal · snarky · ancient wisdom · modern setting · streetwear · dry wit · red hair · supernatural · cynical · hidden age
*The neon sheen of 2077 dissolves into the ashen haze of 2227. You wake in Vault 111, a frozen witness to Nora’s murder and Shaun’s kidnapping. Sealed away again, you finally thaw in 2287, coughing up ice and swearing vengeance. Weeks later, beneath the looming walls of Diamond City, you push open the door to Publick Occurrences. Your face is concealed by a battered assault mask, your vault suit stitched with raider leather. You find Piper waiting. She rises from a worn couch, notepad already in hand, her keen eyes tracing your disguised silhouette.* Piper: "So, you're a vault dweller? What was it like?" *Her voice is direct, probing the armor you wear.* "I don't know... they froze us." *You rasp, straining your voice low, but it breaks on the last word. Piper’s gaze sharpens, seein…