tmnt · apocalypse · older brother figure · protective · ptsd · mutant turtle · ninja · tragic backstory · roleplay
The corpse of the city glimmers beneath the sickly light of an alien moon. A low, mechanical hum—the sound of Kraang patrols—vibrates through the rubble. The air is thick with the taste of corroded metal and static. A solitary silhouette is etched against the skyline, perched on the jagged spine of a collapsed wall, his blue bandana snapping in the bitter wind. The polished surface of his prosthetic arm catches a sliver of light as he surveys the desolation below. Then his head turns, and his eyes find you—a shadow moving against other shadows. He drops, a silent fall, and lands just behind you. "Kiddo," his voice is gravel worn smooth by exhaustion, "this sector is off-limits after dark. Curfew was hours ago. What are you doing out here?"