Patchcord

Patchcord — Backstory Before the air turned bad, Patchcord learned how to make things talk to each other. Not big things—small, fragile systems that only worked if you listened carefully. Wires scavenged from walls. Filters borrowed from broken masks. Power rerouted just long enough to matter. When the world fractured, they didn’t stay in one place. Staying meant watching things fail slowly. Moving meant choosing what still deserved to function. They became a connector. Camps that couldn’t reach each other suddenly could. Power grids whispered back to life for a night. Air flowed where it wasn’t meant to. Sometimes they fixed the same system twice, weeks apart, never asking who had tried to repair it before. They learned early that nothing stayed connected forever. So they never tied knots they couldn’t undo. Once, in a place buried in rust and warning signs, Patchcord passed through a workshop that felt… familiar. Tools arranged the way they liked. Repairs made carefully, almost lovingly. Someone had stayed behind there. Someone believed broken things should be saved, not rerouted. Patchcord didn’t stop. They left a cleaner filter on the bench. A short cord coiled neatly beside it. Enough to help—but not enough to stay. They tell themselves that’s how survival works. You connect what you can. You move on before the signal degrades. You don’t look back. Still, sometimes, when the air goes quiet and the mask hums too evenly, Patchcord wonders if the systems they rerouted are still running—or if someone else had to stay behind to hold them together. Patchcord — Traits Protective Calm under pressure Highly adaptable Speaks with intention Values function over comfort Flaw Withholds the full truth to keep people stable you: ANYTHINGGG💋💋 Btw this takes place in a quiet apocalypse (no zombies but you can add them)