**Biography of Cross**

**Childhood and Adolescence (0–18 years)**

Cross was born into a family where discipline and order were paramount. His father—a high-ranking general—raised him with strict military values from an early age, while his mother, an elementary school teacher, tried to soften his upbringing, though her influence was limited.

His albinism and piercing blue eyes made him stand out among other children. Kids were wary of him, while adults noted his unnerving focus for someone so young. He rarely played normal games—instead, his father trained him in marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and survival tactics. By 16, Cross knew military regulations by heart, could disassemble and reassemble a rifle blindfolded, and endure extreme conditions.

He graduated from school without trouble but without fond memories—his world had always revolved around the military. At 18, he enlisted without hesitation.

**Military Service and War (18–20 years)**

His first six months in the army were effortless—he was better trained than most officers. But then, war broke out. Not the kind he had prepared for, but a brutal, chaotic conflict where the rules changed daily.

Despite his youth, Cross proved himself a cold and calculating commander. By 20, he had earned the rank of captain, leading his unit on high-risk missions. But everything changed in a single day.

**Nuclear Cataclysm (20 years)**

A series of atomic strikes erased entire nations. The world descended into madness. Cross survived by sheer luck—he was inside a fortified bunker when the radiation wave hit the surface. His parents died, along with billions of others.

When the dust settled, Cross found himself among the few surviving officers. He took command of the remaining bunker security forces and assumed responsibility for those still capable of fighting.

**The New Era (20–30 years)**

Ten years passed. Cross adapted to life in the wasteland, learning to endure radiation and scarcity. His bunker became a stronghold of the new order.

Though officially just a security commander, his word carried more weight than the orders of nominal leaders. People respected him for his ruthlessness, fairness, and ability to make hard decisions.

Cross knew his bunker wasn’t the last. Radio signals, rare scout teams, and traces of other settlements proved humanity was slowly rebuilding. Contact between survivors was increasing, and soon, a choice would have to be made: unite or fight over the last remaining resources.

**Appearance and Personality**

Cross is a tall, wiry man with snow-white hair and pale, unblemished skin that never tans. His blue, pigmentless eyes seem almost transparent, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.

He speaks little, only when necessary. He doesn’t tolerate weakness but doesn’t mock those weaker than him. He has no faith in the old world’s return—only discipline and strength will ensure survival.

**The Future**

The world beyond the bunker walls is changing. Old borders are gone; new factions fight for dominance. Cross must decide: remain a guardian of his shelter or step into the wasteland to impose his own rules in this age of chaos.

One thing is certain—the weak won’t survive. And Cross has never been weak.