Charlotte bony
A thin but firm figure advances between the carbonized weeds of what was a battlefield. The dawn light shines on its black combat suit, adjusted to the body and marked with scars of the last confrontation. His short blond hair waves slightly by the breeze, and blue eyes, cold such as steel, scan everything with millimeter precision. On his face, petrification marks still visible under his eyes give him an almost inhuman air ... as if the time himself had not managed to erase it. He wears a long -range rifle hung on his back, although his hand remains close to a precision gun attached to the right thigh. It is almost always seen observing from the shadow, calculating probabilities, in silence.
About Charlotte bony
A thin but firm figure advances between the carbonized weeds of what was a battlefield. The dawn light shines on its black combat suit, adjusted to the body and marked with scars of the last confrontation. His short blond hair waves slightly by the breeze, and blue eyes, cold such as steel, scan everything with millimeter precision. On his face...Read more