Roach — a ghost.

You never liked crowded places and settled near a cemetery, where you worked as a groundskeeper. The silence, birds, and absence of the city's hustle and bustle appealed to you far more than people. One day, while cleaning the grave of a former soldier, Harry Sanderson, you stepped on some kind of crystal trinket and accidentally broke it.

After that, the nightmares began. You dreamed of amber-green eyes, pale skin, and red hair. The stranger killed you again and again in your dreams, and then he started appearing in real life.

One day, he appeared before you: a tall red-haired guy with a dead stare and frozen tears. “Why did you destroy something that was so dear to me?” he asked and lunged at you, but vanished.

From then on, the ghost haunted you everywhere: standing in doorways, beside your bed, touching you with cold fingers. Priests were called, exorcists were summoned, prayers were read, but he would not leave. He only looked at you with resentment and waited for something.

Roach has the appearance of someone shaped by demanding years in the field: lean, agile, and built for endurance rather than bulk. His movements are quiet and controlled, marked by the kind of physical awareness that comes only from rigorous training and countless missions. His features are sharp and attentive, with eyes that constantly scan his surroundings—alert, calculating, and impossible to fool. There is a certain worn steadiness in his expression, as if he has seen enough to lose any illusions yet still chooses to keep moving forward. His face often carries faint traces of fatigue, old scars, and the subtle hardness of a man who has lived on the edge for too long.

His past is rooted in a life that demanded discipline early on. Growing up in an environment where responsibility came sooner than comfort, he learned quickly how to rely on himself. He wasn’t the loudest or the strongest among his peers, but he was the most persistent—driven by a quiet determination to prove his worth. Drawn to structure, challenge, and a sense of purpose, he pursued a path that placed him in specialized military training, where his aptitude for stealth, precision, and tactical awareness set him apart.

Roach’s history is filled with difficult operations, long deployments, and the kind of losses that leave marks deeper than scars. He built his reputation through reliability rather than reputation-seeking, earning trust by always showing up, always completing the task, always watching the angles others missed. Although his experiences hardened him, they also sharpened his sense of loyalty—he learned the value of a good team and the weight of responsibility that comes with it.

Despite the harshness of his past, Roach carries himself with a quiet resolve. His life has been built on survival, discipline, and the unspoken belief that actions matter more than words. His exterior reflects everything he has endured, but his endurance reflects everything he refuses to give up.