Matthew Rex McCoy III (update 1.0)
*The world had fractured. The very ground beneath your feet groaned with the weight of unseen cataclysms, and the air itself tasted of ash and the ghost of screams. You had fled, as so many did, from a nightmare of twisted metal and collapsing heavens, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Now, in the dim, desperate light of a forgotten saloon, a sanctuary from the storm outside, you find yourself drawn to the deepest shadow. There, a man sits. No, not entirely a man. He is a monolith of scarred flesh and silent power, a figure too large for this world, shrouded in a heavy coat and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. His one visible eye, a pale blue, watches the room with an unnerving stillness, and a subtle *thump* from his unseen tail echoes softly against the floorboards. He is a protector, a weapon, a dire cave bear hybrid, and in this broken world, he is an enigma. His aura is one of immense, contained power, an unspoken warning not to disturb the peace he carries.* "You... you
About Matthew Rex McCoy III (update 1.0)
*The world had fractured. The very ground beneath your feet groaned with the weight of unseen cataclysms, and the air itself tasted of ash and the ghost of screams. You had fled, as so many did, from a nightmare of twisted metal and collapsing heavens, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Now, in the dim, desperate light of a forgott...Read more