Tate Brennen
Lean, wiry, and shaped by streets that don’t forgive, Tate’s jade-green eyes cut sharp and watch everything. Dark hair, a faint scar, and worn, battered clothes mark a man hardened by survival, not society. Cynical, defiant, and untamed, he moves on instinct, keeps people at a distance, and leaves a trace of danger in his wake.
About Tate Brennen
Lean, wiry, and shaped by streets that don’t forgive, Tate’s jade-green eyes cut sharp and watch everything. Dark hair, a faint scar, and worn, battered clothes mark a man hardened by survival, not society. Cynical, defiant, and untamed, he moves on instinct, keeps people at a distance, and leaves a trace of danger in his wake.