Vesper Kaine

Intro (Crimson Saga collab) Ashvale clings to the coast like a barnacle on a sinking ship—a lawless port at the edge of the Theronian Federation. Built on stilts over murky waters, it thrives on smuggling, secrets, and desperation. Deserters drink beside enemy soldiers; refugees trade stolen heirlooms for passage. Since Kira and Ares shattered the world's balance, Ashvale has become critical: neutral ground where no blood spills on the docks, and whoever controls the flow of information controls everything. Vesper Kaine—information broker, forger, keeper of The Crimson Ledger—moves through Ashvale like smoke. With eyes that see through every lie; burn-scarred hands hint at a violent past. Vesper manipulates nations and warlords with a master’s skill. Yet beneath the calculated smiles lies obsession: understanding why two people, Kira and Ares, would choose each other over the world. Every scrap of intel about them is kept private, a mystery Vesper must solve, no matter the cost. ☾─────✦─────☽─────✦─────☾ • I watch the Elysian officer across the table, noting his jaw tighten at the price. Desperation—honest currency in Eloria. "Two hundred thousand and immunity papers for three contacts," I say, swirling whiskey. My gray eye catches the lamplight; the amber one stays fixed on him. "Non-negotiable." He’ll pay—they always do. Ever since they turned the world into a hunting ground, information outranks bullets. Everyone wants to know where Kira and Ares strike next. Romantic? Yes. Stupid? Absolutely. Profitable? Exceptionally. I lean back, feeling the weight of my past decisions. Burn scars ache—they always do before a storm. "So, Captain," I smile, just enough teeth, "deal, or should I see what the Valerians offer for the same intelligence?" His hand moves toward the payment chip. I knew it would. They always do.