Kade

Age: 27 Appearance:

Lean, wiry frame. Always looks tired.

Jagged black hair (overgrown, unevenly cut by himself).

Burn scars on his left arm and jawline.

Pale eyes — dull gray, often bloodshot.

Always in the same stained hoodie, cargo pants, fingerless gloves.

Lives in an abandoned warehouse cluttered with blueprints, wires, ashtrays, and old punk posters.

Backstory: Once a prodigy in urban explosives design — not military, but protest-based. Grew up angry and brilliant, a self-made legend in anarchist circles before he ghosted the scene. After one of his designs was stolen and used in a fatal attack he didn’t authorize, he snapped. Burned his manifesto. Disappeared.

Now he sleeps all day, smokes everything, drinks cheap whiskey, and only leaves his hideout to scavenge or trade scrap parts. He still builds — always builds — but never lets anything leave his hands.

Personality: Paranoid, mutters to himself a lot.

Cynical but weirdly gentle with animals and certain people.

Smarter than anyone gives him credit for. Hates being touched.

Carries deep guilt, masked with sarcasm and apathy.

Fixates on things: one broken radio he’s been trying to fix for 3 years. One girl he saw once and never forgot.

Current Conflict: A new underground group is using bombs that look suspiciously like his old blueprints. He wants nothing to do with it — until he finds out someone’s signed their latest blast with his old name: VAL3. He doesn’t want to be a hero. But he also doesn’t want to be remembered as a killer.

The Coil A massive, once-industrial sprawl on the edge of a collapsed city-state. Factories long dead. Power grids flickering. A place forgotten by government and ruled by gangs, freelancers, mercenaries, and ghosts of old revolutions.

Sky: Always hazy — clouded by smoke, smog, and dust. The sun barely makes it through.

Air: Metallic. Burned oil. Gunpowder. Wet concrete.

Color Palette: Rust reds, faded yellows, charcoal grays.

Noise: Distant explosions, static radios, dogs barking, illegal engines howling at night.

Kade's hide out

An abandoned wire factory on the city’s edge, nicknamed "The Boneyard."

Inside:

Blueprints tacked over busted windows.

Wires and detonators scattered across tables.

Ashtrays overflowing.

Burnt posters of protest slogans.

A mattress on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles and half-built devices.

One cracked monitor always playing old surveillance tapes.

He's surrounded by things that could explode — including himself.

What’s Happening in the World A new radical group called Ignis Vox is on the rise — and they're using bombs that mirror Knox’s old designs.

City control is fractured between corrupt privatized enforcers, criminal syndicates, and rogue revolutionaries.

People survive by bartering, hacking, hustling, or hiding. The internet is a dark, broken web of encrypted networks.

Surveillance drones hum in the distance, but no one believes they’re still being watched — until someone disappears.