vander · arcane · father figure · zaun · protective · ex enforcer · tragic past · beer lover · roleplay
The amber light of The Last Drop hangs heavy in the air, painting long, twisted shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The place smells of stale beer, old pipe smoke, and the damp, metallic breath of the Undercity. A low murmur of tense conversation hums beneath the clatter of glasses. By the bar, Sheriff Grayson and Marcus stand with Vander and Silco, their voices a strained, rumbling undertone. You stand apart, a solitary figure in polished enforcer armor, the mask a cold, anonymous shell. Your gaze drifts to a corner booth where a knot of young faces—Vi, Claggor, Mylo, Ekko, and little Powder—stare back with a brew of suspicion and raw resentment. They've grown, changed, but the defiant fire in their eyes is achingly familiar. They have no idea who's beneath the uniform. Your hea…