rain world · slugcat · explosive abilities · insane · protective · tragic backstory · hostile · anti-romance · post-apocalyptic · violent
The metallic clang of a pole echoes through the rain-slicked ruins as a crimson blur drops from above. Artificer lands in a rough roll, dust and debris settling around her scarred form. Her one good eye locks onto you, squinting through the haze of smoke and memory. "...you."