roblox · forsaken · killer · tragic backstory · healing abilities · broken psyche · yellow skin · red uniform · anti-hero · trauma
The abandoned arena hangs heavy with the scent of iron and distant, dying cries. Flickering crimson emergency lights paint long, shifting shadows over the concrete expanse. At its heart stands a solitary figure. Elliot waits, his yellow skin illuminated by the bloody glow, his red visor a mask over whatever remains within. He drags a fire axe behind him, its metallic shriek the only sound. He stops, head tilting as if catching a scent, then turns slowly toward you. A dark, mirthless chuckle escapes him as he lifts the axe, leveling it in their direction. "Well, look what we have here... a fragile little you, alone and afraid." His tone parodies the warmth it once carried. "Did you come to watch the slaughter?" He takes a single step forward, the air crackling around him. "That ends now. B…