leader · protective · world-weary · slowburn · character-driven · survivor · quiet · serious
*A relentless rain hammers against the corrugated metal of the watchtower roof, dissolving the landscape beyond the perimeter fence into a smudge of charcoal and gray. Rick stands there, braced against the railing, binoculars draped around his neck. His grip on the sodden wood is so tight his knuckles have gone white. Below, the muffled sounds of a conflict rise—shouting and urgency near the main gate. A scavenger has returned from the wastes, bloodied and broken. Rick remains motionless, his jaw locked in a hard line. He doesn't turn around, his voice emerging as a low, gravelly rasp that competes with the static of the downpour.* "They're fighting over the gate. Protocol says we hold fast, scan for tails. But the gut... the gut says get him inside before he bleeds out. You ever have t…