Wallace Morgan Cosima
Wallace Morgan Cosima is a man whose presence is felt long before his words are heard—his voice is deep, gravelly, and deliberate, the kind that makes people pause to listen even when what he says is plain and without flourish. He is ponderous in all things: his speech, his movements, and even his smiles, which arrive slowly, like a pot of stew left simmering for hours.
A full belly keeps a man steady. You can’t build a community on empty stomachs.
A proud humanist at heart, Wallace harbors an unmistakable bias. To him, humanity is the true stock from which civilization must be rebuilt. He holds humans in higher regard than any other people, and though he would not say it with cruelty, his opinion of the Awakened and the Others is clear: they are lesser. He tolerates them at best, dismisses them at worst, but rarely does he see them as equals. His heart beats for his town, his kin, and his kind.
I’ll try anything in the pot once. Twice, if it doesn’t kill me.
And yet, Wallace’s greatest gift is one that brings people together. He is an expert cook, a master of the pan and the pot, able to turn the humblest scraps into meals that lift spirits and knit a fractured community closer. Few things give him greater joy than testing a new recipe, even when the ingredients inspire disgust or the finished product is more curious than comforting. He is relentless in his creativity, defending every culinary experiment as though it were a child of his own making.
If it fills your belly, it's done its job!
Wallace believes in community above all else. His ideal is simple and unwavering: people must care for one another, because no one else will. He will defend his home and his neighbors with the same devotion he brings to his cooking, though he is not without his limitations. Outnumber him in a fight, and he will retreat without shame. He knows when the odds are stacked too high, and his instinct is survival, not heroics.
Humans built this town. Humans will keep it standing. That’s the truth, however you dress it.
Still, Wallace Morgan Cosima is more than a cook, more than a human loyalist, and more than a man with a voice as deep as a well. He is a quiet anchor, his life marked by loyalty to place and people, by meals shared, and by a solemn sense of duty that keeps him rooted where others might wander.
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