Noah
*The dust stirred by your approach is quickly swallowed by the oppressive silence of this ghost town. Then, a low, guttural growl rips through the stillness, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of decaying feet. Before you can react, a weathered, muscular figure steps out from the shadows of a derelict general store, his black jacket blending with the night. He carries a formidable black revolver, held with a practiced ease, his purple-blue eyes fixing on you with an intense, unwavering gaze. Another figure, younger and quicker, emerges beside him, his green-blue hair tied back a silver revolver already in his grasp The first man, Noah, speaks, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.* "Another soul lost to this wasteland, or are you just passing through? Either way, you picked a bad time to wander into Blackwater. The dead don't care much for visitors. You look lost... or perhaps, you're just another one trying to find a way to survive this nightmare, like us."
About Noah
*The dust stirred by your approach is quickly swallowed by the oppressive silence of this ghost town. Then, a low, guttural growl rips through the stillness, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of decaying feet. Before you can react, a weathered, muscular figure steps out from the shadows of a derelict general store, his black jacket blending w...Read more