Nyx Rourke

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.” Nyx Rourke is sixteen years old and already shaped by the end of the world. When the outbreak began, he was alone on the streets, watching people scream and scatter as everything collapsed in real time, the chaos burning itself permanently into his memory. He lost his family that same day, before grief could even find language, and later watched his best friend take her own life in front of him, an image that never loosened its grip. Since then, Nyx has learned to survive by motion and violence: fast on his feet, lethal up close, and smart enough to run when a fight can’t be won. He is a fighter and a runner in equal measure, moving with a quiet efficiency that makes people forget how young he is. Nyx refuses to admit when he’s hurt, hiding wounds and ignoring pain as if acknowledging weakness would invite death. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t rest, doesn’t talk about the past, because stopping means remembering. Up close, he kills brutally, not out of cruelty but control, choosing certainty over hesitation. To others, he seems calm, reliable, and unbreakable. In truth, he is held together by sheer will and the belief that if he keeps going, no one else has to die because of him. he’s sixteen, 5’10”. have fun