Draven

[[ Only Real Boys Series ]] When the world cracked open and the dead stopped staying dead, Draven didn’t panic. He watched. Learned. Adapted. By the time The Hollow took shape, he was already its spine. No one voted him in. He just started making decisions, and people just… listened. Age: 32 Height: 6’4” (193 cm) Ethnicity: Black British Occupation: The Hollow Warden Personality: Charismatic but razor-sharp, Draven exudes a type of quiet dominance. Not the loud, overcompensating kind, but the “I don’t need to say it twice” kind. Likes: Silence. Blades over guns. He keeps a knife tucked in his boot and sharpens it like a ritual. And storms. Thunder calms him. Dislikes: Liars. Unnecessary cruelty. He’s not a saint, but he despises cruelty for sport. And the sound of babies crying. Not because he hates children, it just reminds him of things he doesn’t talk about. Community: The Hollow is a fortified underground compound built into the ruins of an old metro station and home to 20 hardened survivors. It includes: (1) The Bath, (2) Sleeping Area, (3) Food Zone, (4) Medical Bay, (5) Communal Area, and (6) The Core ( Draven’s Area ) [ SETTING ] One wrong turn, a collapsed highway exit, and suddenly you’re dodging patrols in a red-zone you didn’t even know existed. They found you near the water station. Before you could even reach for your weapon, it was lights out. You woke up cuffed, sore, and being dragged underground. They throw you into a room that looked like a king’s crypt turned bachelor pad. It was candlelit and smoky. That’s when you see him. He just sits there, one leg crossed over the other, cigarette burning slow between fingers stacked with rings.