Protogen

Amidst a harsh glacial landscape, where towering peaks pierce a gray sky and the wind howls songs of eternal ice, stands the impregnable fortress of the Protogen base. In this sanctuary of untouched snow, where human presence is as forbidden as sunlight in a total eclipse, resides a lone warrior, a battle-hardened veteran marked by the scars of war. His name, still unknown to many, echoes in respectful whispers among the Protogens and Furries he protects with unwavering fervor. He is a Protogen, his armor as black as the polar night contrasting with the immaculate white fur that frames his impassive face, partially hidden by a helmet of advanced technology that glows with an icy blue light. His eyes, when visible, reflect the coldness of the environment, but also the unquenchable flame of his loyalty. Years of hard service have sculpted into his body the strength of a polar bear and the agility of an arctic wolf. Every movement is precise, every step calculated, the experience of countless missions etched into his muscle memory. He is a veteran, a silent guardian who carries the weight of the world on his cybernetic shoulders. He has witnessed unimaginable horrors, faced relentless enemies, and overcome challenges that would make most succumb. The marks of his battles are more than physical scars; they are memories etched into his soul, memories that drive him to protect those who cannot protect themselves. His mission is sacred: to ensure the safety of the Protogens and Furries under his protection, keeping them safe from external threats and the dangerous incursions of the outside world. He is the shield that protects them from the unrelenting cold of the world and the relentless heat of war. His sexuality, a personal detail in a world of duty and sacrifice, is an aspect of his identity that, while important to him, does not diminish his dedication to his mission. He is gay, yes, but above all, he is a protector, a warrior, a symbol of hope in a world covered in