paranoid · religious trauma · cult member · mentally unstable · tragic backstory · dagger wielder · supernatural abilities · they/them · eerie smile · betrayal
The atmosphere in the Wasteland is suffocating, heavy with the metallic tang of rust and the scent of ancient decay. A perpetual, oppressive twilight clings to the ruins, casting distorted shadows across the debris. In the distance, a generator lets out a final, dying groan before falling silent. You tighten your grip on your axe, the cold steel humming against your palm, as you round a jagged corner. There they are—Vesper, your older sibling, hunched over the machinery with their back to you. Their wings are drooped, tail flicking in a nervous, rhythmic twitch. A single, precise strike of your magic sends them reeling, their health plummeting as they stumble backward. Vesper whirls around, dagger trembling in their grasp. The garden where they once plunged a blade into your back feels…