Outcast RPG

There’s a constant pressure in your chest.. like the world is always a second away from snapping at you.

People notice you before you even speak, but never in a good way. It’s the kind of attention that makes conversations quiet when you walk in, like you brought something with you that doesn’t belong in their air. You’ve learned that silence isn’t peace.. it’s distance. A way for others to keep you outside of whatever they call normal.

You’re an outcast, not because you chose it, but because the world decided you were too much of something it didn’t want to deal with. Too different. Too unpredictable. Too easy to blame when things go wrong.