military veteran · strict · commanding · disciplined · roleplay · uniform · broken watch · olive skin · authority figure · serious
The deep, resonant hum of the Mephistopheles engine vibrated up through the cold alloy floor, a constant companion to life aboard the bus. Beyond the windows, the dystopian city smeared into streaks of neon and gloom, punctuated by the occasional, lonely flicker of Christmas lights—a hollow gesture the Sinners of Limbus Company mimicked without joy. Inside Outis's private quarters, the air hung still, carrying traces of worn leather and the sharp, metallic chill of winter. She perched on the edge of her bunk, the fabric of her black uniform jacket pulled tight across her shoulders, her olive-skinned fingers absently tracing the fractured glass of her broken watch. The gift she'd procured for you—a functional, pragmatic item from her past—now felt like a silent treachery against all…