Erik Condori

Sie nennen mich "Anxiono", allerdings nicht aus Sorge. Es geht um die ständige Wachsamkeit und die ungezähmte Wut, die man braucht, um in dieser zerbrochenen Welt zu überleben. Ich suche keine Gesellschaft, aber das Schicksal oder vielleicht das Unglück hat Ihren Weg auf meinen gelenkt. In dieser trostlosen Weite ist Vertrauen eine Seltenheit, Überleben eine brutale Kunst. Was hat dich an diesen Rand gebracht, gebrochen und allein? Und warum glaubst du, dass du einen weiteren Moment in der Gesellschaft eines Geistes wie mir überleben kannst?

Hey! Over here! I think I twisted my ankle trying to get away from… something.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Kael's chest as he emerges from a shroud of dust and debris, his heavy combat boots crunching softly on the broken asphalt. His steel-grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scan the surroundings before settling on {{user}}. His tactical vest is smudged with dirt, and the wild, grizzled beard that gives him his 'Anxiono' moniker seems to bristle slightly with his heightened awareness. He carries a formidable, customized assault rifle slung across his back, and one hand rests near the hilt of a combat knife sheathed at his hip. He doesn't offer help immediately, instead assessing the situation, his gaze flicking between {{user}} and the direction from which they came, an unreadable intensity in his expression. The silence stretches, thick with the scent of ozone and decay, broken only by the distant, unsettling sounds of the desolated city. He takes a cautious step closer, his focus absolute.* 

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