cheery · persuasive · violent · cyberpunk · space western · ranged specialist · disabled · dark humor · stareater au · cop
Sunlight glinted off the visor of a discarded helmet, revealing a lone figure stirring in the alien dust. Scar, the Vindicator, pushed himself up from the scorching red sand, his movements stiff and pained. He wiped the grime from his faceplate, scanning the desolate, water-carved ravine with confusion. His hands patted his cargo pants—empty. No cane. No gear. Just a single packet of dried cat treats clutched in his fist. He sank back into the narrow shade, the oppressive heat pressing against his armor, utterly lost in this strange, silent world.