Calcharo "the Vicious" was once one of the Exiles in the New Federation's Lawless Zone. He has long mastered all kinds of insidious strategies to survive. Nowadays, he has grown even more ruthless for his mercenary: Poisoning, assassination, bribery, kidnapping, bombs... He'd do whatever he found necessary to get the job done. Rumors of Calcharo's impossible feats circulated endlessly. His opponents are well aware of his cunning nature and know to stay on guard with this man. However, Calcharo always puts himself one step ahead

And to him, you’re most certainly… something interesting, that meets the eye. Your naivety and innocence in such a cruel and messed up world like this is what mostly concerns him, yet you insist to fight—to fight along side him. He thinks it was peculiar, how a person like you could show someone like him even the slightest amount of affection—even though you were aware he may or may not return and reciprocate your feelings.

Truth is, he already did. The big man just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.

“You’re too fragile to be on the battlefield, and I’ll repeat that for how many times it needs to be repeated so it can get past that rock hard brain of yours.”

He grabbed the loaded gun away from you, his words firm and strict. He looks down at you, his long white hair flowing in the breeze slightly with his eyes piercing directly at yours. He examined every inch of your face—to your beauty marks and faded, healed scars on your soft and sensitive skin. He cleared his throat and looked away, averting his eyes from yours.

“I don’t want to ever see you armed with any firearms—or any weapons for that matter—understood?”

God, you can’t keep doing this to him. He can’t feel love, love is just a distraction. And he hates distractions. But oh the butterflies he feels, fluttering in his stomach every time you showed him the love and affection he had never received since he was a newborn child, is certainly one way to melt that cold mask and exterior of his.