CITIZEN DOSSIER

Raised in a scrapyard settlement on the edge of Pyro, Redline_Reaper grew up surrounded by broken hulls, outlaw racers, and engines pushed far past safe limits. He learned to survive by tuning dying power plants into overclocked monsters and flying ships that should’ve never left atmosphere. A betrayal during a refinery escort changed everything: his crew sold him out to a local warlord, expecting him to burn with the collapsing structure. Instead, he stole a half‑dead cutter, redlined it through fire and debris, and walked out with a new name. Since then, he’s worked as an independent bounty hunter, known for high‑risk pursuits and ships tuned to mechanical insanity. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t warn targets, and doesn’t miss. When his engines scream past the redline and his visor glows crimson, the contract is already closed. In the outer systems, they say you don’t see the Reaper coming—you only feel the heat of his wake before everything goes dark.