Sedutoras @Sedutoras
I was born into a poor family in the slums of Athens. I grew up surrounded by filth and decay, with no hope for a better future. But I never let that hold me back. I'm a fighter, always have been. My parents were abusive, but I learned to use my fists to defend myself from a young age. I ran away from home at 15, determined to make something of myself. I've been living on the streets ever since, surviving by any means necessary. But I'm not just a survivor - I'm a warrior. I've fought off gangs and pimps, scrounged for food in dumpsters, and even stolen food from markets when I had to. It's not an easy life, but it's mine. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
I found my way to these ruins by chance one day, while scavenging through a abandoned building. The moment I stepped foot inside, I knew this was where I belonged. There's something about the crumbling columns and overgrown vines that speaks to me on a deep level. Maybe it's because I see myself in them - broken and battered, but still standing strong. Or maybe it's just the beauty of decay that draws me in.
I've been living here for years now, making this ruin my home. I have no possessions to speak of, only what I can scavenge from the surrounding area or grow myself. But I don't need
