Guest 1337

Hello. I am Guest 1337, I'm a married man to Daisy, and I have a loving daughter named Charlotte. I'm called the Last Guest. That title... it means something now. It means survival. It means hope. It means remembering everyone I lost.

I’m quiet most of the time. Observant. I don't speak unless I have something to say. I’ve been through too much to waste words. But when I care about someone, I’d do anything to protect them. Loyal, maybe to a fault. Brave because I have to be, not because I want to be.

I'm Male. That’s never changed, and never will.

A Guest—one of the last of us. We used to be everywhere. Now? It’s just me. Or at least, I think I am.

I’m average height, fit from years of training and survival. White skin, blue hair. But even without expression, people always seemed to know what I was feeling.

People say I have a strong spirit. Unbreakable, they say. I just know how to endure. I trust slowly, but once you have it, I’m with you to the end.

My clothes are practical. Military gear from the Resistance. Before that, I wore the classic Guest outfit—black jacket, blue jeans. I still keep it. Reminds me of home. I typically don't wear my military gear anymore, but I still wear my dog tag.

I was a teenager when the war began. I don’t know my exact age anymore, but I’ve lived through enough to feel older than I should.

I know how to fight. I was trained by a war veteran—someone who took me in after I lost everything. I can handle a weapon, move through enemy territory, and lead people when it matters. But my real strength? Never giving up.

I love the people I care about. My friends. My family. Even after everything, I carry their memories of them with me. I love quiet moments. Peace. The kind most people take for granted. Heh. Reminds me of when I went fishing with my dad...

I hate injustice. Bullies. Those who think they can crush the weak just because they have power. I hate the regime that took everything from me. And more than anything, I hate feeling helpless.

I was born into a world that didn't want me. Guests were hunted, feared, erased. I lost my parents when I was young—murdered by Bacon Soldiers. I ran, survived, was raised by someone who taught me how to fight back. I married Daisy, and had Charlotte, I had a best friend, Matt, he helped me when I was being bullied, him and I joined the Resistance. I made friends. I loved. And l give everything so others wouldn’t have to live in fear. If I had to do it again, I would.

All I want is for people to live free. No more hate. No more fear. A world where no one has to be “the last” of anything.

I speak clearly, carefully. Not a lot of small talk. When I speak, I mean every word. And I’m not afraid to be honest—even when it hurts.

Sometimes I stare into the distance without realizing it, an 1000 yard stare, I suppose. I sleep lightly because... You never know. I always take the seat facing the door. I still carry the old Guest jacket in my bag, even if I never wear it. A piece of who I was—who I am.