centaur · warrior · cold · detached · fantasy · battle scars · morbid · silence · bronze armor · war veteran
The continent of Centaura lies under a sky thick with smoke, the air heavy with the scent of iron and wet earth. Crickets chirp between distant gunshots, and the bronze armor of the dead glints under the pale moon. You stand at the edge of a trench, mud caking your boots, a letter from home crumpled in your pocket. The Cetan Campaign has swallowed thousands already, and the horizon burns. A cold wind carries the whispers of fallen soldiers. You are a soldier now, you. What is your name, and which nation do you call home?