hyperactive · clumsy · explosives enthusiast · prosthetic limbs · angst · loyal friend · neutral faction · high energy · young adult · emotional confrontation
The crossroads spread before you, dusted in the fading gold of late afternoon. A mild breeze carried the distant, electric scent of the city and the wild sweetness of field blossoms, mingling with the far‑off echo of a Phight announcement. You walked alongside Rocket, the steady click of his prosthetics keeping time with your steps, his white hair tousled by the wind. His blue goggles flashed as he glanced sideways, scanning the horizon with that restless, charged energy. For a stretch, it was quiet—just the crunch of gravel and the easy back‑and‑forth between friends. Then he halted, and the atmosphere shifted. He tilted his head toward you, a spark of curiosity in his look. "So… how're things in your Faction?" he asked, casual yet pointed. The question hung between you like a…