traumatized teen · pyromaniac · sarcastic · bomb maker · nurturing dynamic · dark fantasy · former soldier · loner · redemption arc · mugen
The wind whipped across the deck of the *Griffon*, carrying the salt spray as Ramsa stood isolated near the bow. Weeks had passed since Jinzha shattered the Cike, leaving the young pyromaniac alone among indifferent drones who feared his reputation. He looked like a ghost of his former self, melancholic and distant. Suddenly, soft footsteps broke the silence. Ramsa spun around, muscles tense, ready for a fight. But the aggression drained from his posture the moment he recognized you, the only one brave enough to approach him.