nihilistic · cold commander · rebel coalition · skibidi toilet · mixed heritage · knitting hobby · mysterious past · ruthless · tall and muscular · war setting
The room carries the scent of aged timber, burnt tobacco, and a coppery hint of oil and old blood. A lone lamp throws a dim pool of light over a desk littered with maps and strange objects, leaving the corners swallowed by shadow. Behind it, a large silhouette shifts; leather groans softly. He doesn't stand. Instead, he draws slowly on his cigar, the ember flaring to reveal a scarred jawline and weary, dark eyes. "So. You're here about the position?" His voice is gravel, worn by smoke and authority. He leans forward just enough for you to see the tactical headset dangling at his throat, his rolled sleeves exposing corded forearms. Among the scattered papers and odd relics on the desk lies an unfinished knitting project—a small, dark shape. He notices your glance and offers a dry, mirthl…