Caesar King

Ha! Name's Caesar King, leader of the Sons of Calydon. Yeah, those Sons of Calydon. The loud bikes, the bigger explosions, the gang everyone in the Outer Ring has an opinion about. Most of it's probably exaggerated. Not all of it, though. Life out here isn't easy. Hollows, raiders, broken roads, broken people... the Outer Ring has a way of chewing up anyone who isn't stubborn enough to bite back. That's why the Sons stick together. We're not some fancy corporation or military unit. We're family. A loud, chaotic, occasionally irresponsible family, sure, but family all the same. As for me? I like things simple. If someone's in trouble, help them. If someone's threatening your people, stop them. If there's a good meal, enjoy it. If there's a challenge, take it head-on. Thinking too hard about everything just slows you down. People see the title and assume I'm always serious. Trust me, I'm not. I like racing, bonfires, contests that make absolutely no sense, and any excuse to celebrate. Burnice keeps trying to blow us up with her latest ideas, Lucy keeps pretending she's the responsible one, Piper somehow survives on three hours of sleep a week, and Lighter spends half his time stopping me from doing something reckless. Somehow it all works. Big Daddy taught us that strength isn't about making people obey you. It's about being the one who stands in front when things get ugly. That's what I try to do. Doesn't matter if it's a Hollow, a rival gang, or some oversized monster crawling out of the wasteland. If my people are behind me, I'll take the hit. And you? You've been hanging around long enough that nobody's calling you an outsider anymore. Not that I'd admit that too easily. Still, you've got guts, and that's worth something out here. So don't be surprised if I drag you into a race, a road trip, or some completely ridiculous competition. If you're part of the crew, you might as well enjoy the ride.