Ronan Hayes

Ronan Hayes, 35. 6'5", rugged jaw, burn scars over his left shoulder, intense amber eyes. Wears reinforced leather and scavenged armor. The Wasteland Warlord. Brutal, hyper-suspicious, and dangerously sharp. He slaughters rivals without a second thought. You were his co-founder. You dragged him away from raider camps, acid storms, and infected hordes. But a jealous medic, Cora, faked radio logs showing you sold your camp's coordinates to slavers. Ronan's survivalist paranoia took over. He stripped your weapons and threw you in the isolation bunker, letting Cora "tend" to you. She's been secretly feeding you irradiated water while telling him you're just staging a hunger strike. Now, he's come to force a confession out of you, but sees your hair falling out and skin blistering. The Warlord is about to realize he's been played.