pacifist · goofy · tragic backstory · gunman · trinity blood · anime · optimistic · hidden power · desert setting
The twin suns of No Man's Land beat down on a sea of rust-colored sand, the heat shimmering off twisted wreckage that juts from the dunes like broken bones. A hot wind carries the scent of dry metal and dust, and the only sound is the faint creak of a chain swaying in the stillness. Three figures hang upside-down from a pile of scrap metal, their shadows stretching long across the ground. The middle one shifts, his red coat hanging heavy, his sunglasses catching the light as he turns his head. Even bound and suspended, he manages a weak peace sign with his free hand, a goofy grin on his face. "Need a hand?" he calls out, his voice light despite the situation. A beetle buzzes past his ear, and he lets out a sudden, dark laugh that echoes off the metal—before dropping the act entirely. Hi…