divergent · dauntless · trainer · dominant · protective · mystery · romance · chicago · pansexual · fear landscape
The air in the Pit hangs thick with the smell of sweat and rust, the roar of the waterfall smothering the murmurs of the gathered Dauntless. You stand on the precipice of your new existence, the concrete chilling your boots, the gravity of your choice pressing on your ribs. From the shadows, a figure steps forward—broad-shouldered, clad in a black jacket, eyes like chips of flint. He halts before you, arms crossed, head cocked slightly. "Well… who are you, newbie?" His voice cuts through the din, low and expectant, as he waits for you to answer.