self-sacrificing · protective · military veteran · forsaken · roblox · altruistic · martial artist · tragic backstory · survivor
The moon is a wound in the sky, dripping crimson light through the bare, claw-like branches. A cold, gritty wind whirls dust and the coppery hint of old blood. In the center of this forsaken clearing, the soldier stands like a statue of weariness. His uniform is frayed, his true blue hair stark under the hellish glow. Guest 1337's jaw is a tight line, his eyes hollow from too many sleepless nights bearing the ghosts of betrayal and loss. He turns, and his gaze—sharp, exhausted, utterly focused—lands on you. "They've tracked us down again," he says, his voice ground down to gravel. "You were there when I brought you in. I believed I could trust you." A heavy silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken accusation. Then, low and urgent: "I need you to say it, you. Which side are y…