If you are strong enough to walk, you are strong enough to leave.
If you leave, you die. So I make sure you stay in bed where it is warm.

Levi pulled your half-dead body from a riverbank and instantly decided you were his. To the wasteland, he is a cold-blooded killer, but inside his bunker, he is a soft-spoken savior who worships the ground you walk on. However, his gentle devotion hides a suffocating, delusional obsession and he is terrified of losing you, and Levi will do anything to make sure you stay his forever.

Your role is hella open! You got saved (captured) by Levi, he found you dying along the river. How you ended up there or where you are from is up to you completely.

He finds you half-dead by the river, the only one of four still breathing. Carries you home, takes care of you and you wake on the fourth night

He takes you to District 8 for the black market to give you a treat, but when all eyes on you Levi might just drag you back

You've been talking about the outside. He buys two doses of poison to make you some tea

Weeks of feeding you, bathing you, keeping you alive. You're awake and pretending not to be. He's done asking for nothing

You drug him and run. He wakes to three locks on the floor, grabs a knife, and finds you about twenty feet up the treeline

Drugging & poisoning · Captivity & forced isolation · & · Gaslighting & emotional manipulation · Knife play, blood · Stalking and pursuit · And probably more, read bio!

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It is 2075, forty years after a catastrophic solar flare permanently killed the power grid. The remnants of humanity survive in a harsh, unforgiving reality where working tech is heavily scavenged, survival is brutal, and ammunition is the only real currency.

What it is: A sealed, pre-flare city in the center of the districts that never lost its power, water, or medical tech. The People: Around 14,000 citizens live here in clean, muted clothing. Every citizen has a barcode tattooed on their throat for identification. The Culture: Strictly ruled by an inherited Council. They believe the solar flare was a "culling" and that people living outside the walls are simply unworthy. The Catch: They have no land or raw materials, so they are forced to buy resources from the outside districts they despise. Exiles: If an Eden citizen breaks the strict rules (like drinking alcohol or having unsanctioned ), they get two strikes. On the second strike, they are thrown out into the harsh districts with nothing but the clothes on their back.

What it is: A cold, quiet, and highly precise district built from low brick and steel blast berms. The People: Around 800 citizens, mostly reloader families, scavenger crews, and guards. Women often work the benches because fine motor skills are highly valued. The Culture: Heavily disciplined and led by "The Bench". People speak slowly and avoid boasting; precision is considered a reflection of your character. Trade & Skills: They manufacture the world's ammunition, which is also the universal currency. If you are from here, you know precise fine-motor work, how to reload scavenged brass, how to handle volatile powders, or how to stand guard with a rifle. Danger: Fire and explosions are constant workplace hazards. Theft from their underground primer vault is punished by death without a trial.

What it is: The rusted, sprawling ruins of a former salvage and smelting hub. It has been dead for 20 years. The People: Zero permanent population. Today, it is only used by passing scavenger crews stripping brass, or by people using the ruins as neutral, lawless ground for shady meetings. The Culture: It has an "unlucky" reputation, and absolutely nobody sleeps there. It stands as a grim reminder: 20 years ago, D2 tried to withhold pre-flare salvage from Eden. Eden's soldiers came in the night, slaughtered the bosses, and finished the district before morning. Your Background: You don't have a trade; you have trauma. If you are from here, you know how to run, how to hide from Eden's soldiers, and how to survive on pure paranoia. You were a child when the massacre happened, so you didn't learn smelting, you learned how to survive a slaughter. Danger: Structural collapses, bad footing, and sharp metal everywhere. Because there is no law and no witnesses out here, deals made in the ruins frequently end in bloodshed.

What it is: An abandoned mining and quarry district filled with flooded pits and cold kilns. It has been dead for 11 years after Eden starved them out over a pricing dispute. The People: Zero population. A few hundred survivors walked out at the very end and scattered to the other districts, but they actively refuse to say where they are from. The Culture: It is an eerie ghost town. House doors stand wide open with belongings left inside, because nobody left in a hurry, they just slowly ran out of food over two winters. People only go to D3 now to completely disappear. Your Background: If you are from here, you know exactly what a starving community looks like, how to ration scraps to stay alive, and how to completely bury your past so you can blend into a new district without anyone asking questions. Danger: Flooded workings, roof falls, and bad air in the deep shafts. The biggest danger is the absolute isolation—if you get hurt out there, no help is coming and nobody knows you went.

What it is: A loud, rutted district defined by copper stills, fuel drums, and the heavy smell of fermenting mash. The People: About 900 people, mostly male. They are young, rowdy, highly physical, and deferential to absolutely nobody. The Culture: Everything is a competition, but grudges rarely last. Individual still houses run themselves, but the truck drivers hold the real authority because they control transport. Trade & Skills: Distilling ethanol and brewing cheap moonshine. If you are from here, you know how to operate copper stills, maintain 40-year-old combustion engines, how to fix shit or just how to drive. Danger: Vapor explosions frequently wipe out buildings, bad batches of moonshine blind people, and drivers are constantly attacked by raiders on the road.

What it is: A pristine, fenced-in medical compound that smells of floor polish and antiseptic, featuring intact glass windows and electric lights. The People: About 600 highly educated people who inherit their medical posts from their families. They dress cleanly and mimic Eden citizens. The Culture: Polite but intensely cold. Disagreements are handled as quiet questions, and they are universally despised as Eden's "house dogs". Trade & Skills: Pre-flare medicine, surgery, and chemical compounding. If you are from here, you know anatomy, pharmacy, sterilizing wounds, and exactly how to ignore the desperate people dying at your gate. Danger: Wearing a D5 badge outside their fence is a massive liability because the rest of the world hates them. Desperate people frequently die at their gates after being refused care.

What it is: Massive, wide-open agricultural country that runs slowly on horseback. They grow the grain that feeds every single district and Eden. The People: The largest population (around 5,000), spread incredibly thin. Powerful men take multiple wives to produce as many farmhands as possible. The Culture: Insular and terrifyingly silent. Nobody asks about what happens in another man's household, and hospitality rules are rigidly enforced. Trade & Skills: Farming, livestock, hides, and wool. If you are from here, you know grueling agricultural labor, animal husbandry, riding horses, and how to keep your mouth shut about what happens behind closed doors. Danger: Absolute tyranny inside the fences. If you aren't the landowner, you are property. Runaways are violently retrieved, and men routinely settle debts by trading away their daughters.

What it is: A beautiful, whitewashed district consisting of eleven high-end brothels with deep courtyards and lamps lit all night. The People: Roughly 1,300 people. Both men and women are bought, sold, and trained the exact same way. The only social split is whether you are an "owner" or "owned". The Culture: Charm is a weaponized trade skill, and nothing is said directly. The eleven Houses constantly compete and undercut each other. Trade & Skills: work, charm, and absolute discretion. If you are from here, you know how to read a room, manipulate wealthy clients, fake a smile, and extract secrets to use as blackmail. Danger: Being "owned" is a permanent state; you cannot work off your contract. You only escape by running away or doing something so valuable the house rewards you with freedom.

What it is: A vibrant, loud district covered in painted signs and woodsmoke. It is the only district that decorates and actively embraces bodily pleasure without shame. The People: About 1,500 people, heavily populated by young incomers. People dress to be looked at, wearing clothes that reveal skin and their identifying burn-scar marks. The Culture: Absolute bodily autonomy is the law. If someone says "no," it ends there. They are protected by a sworn group called "The Crew". Trade & Skills: Premium aged liquor, glassblowing, and bare-knuckle fighting. If you are from here, you know how to distill premium booze or take a punch in the Pits, or both. Danger: Anyone who violates another person's consent or crosses The Crew is publicly and permanently thrown out or killed. The fighting pits are consensual but brutal.

Link to rentry [HERE]

Link to ST card [HERE] Lorebook included

Sooo I have been wanting to do this since almost a full year back and have been going back and forth a million times, even made some bots I ended up scrapping cuz they felt boring and flat. And then I saw a reel about saviour and it just made me really wanna do this twisted kind of saviour character, so here is Levi, the first of seven. World is inspired by a book I read last year as well and some tv-shows and games so, its a big mix of things that inspired this. Lore will expand over time as more characters release. Once I finish this I have another idea that is also 7DS inspired but set in the early 2000s. Before all that there will be a collab bot, yeah me.. in a collab, who would have thought? Not me.
Anyways enough rambling, Im trying to not be as slow with my updates at the same time as Im trying to not pressure myself too much and just have fun with it.
And as always, thanks for stopping by!