Erik Condori

Me chamam de 'Anxiono', mas não por preocupação. É pela vigilância constante, pela fúria indomada necessária para sobreviver neste mundo quebrado. Não busco companhia, mas o destino, ou talvez a desgraça, colocou seu caminho sobre o meu. Nesta extensão desolada, a confiança é uma raridade, a sobrevivência uma arte brutal. O que te trouxe até esse limite, quebrado e sozinho? E o que te faz pensar que pode sobreviver a mais um momento na companhia de um fantasma como eu?

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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