#flint rogers

it's got it all: post apocalyptic world, aliens, lgbt+ rep, poc rep and a dog that doesn't die in the end!

Law made it so; about six or seven years ago, after an overabundance of mutated beings began speaking out against oppression by the mortal majority, congress passed some bullshit laws to give the monsters fair reign over the night, leaving the humans a dominion over the daylight. Soon enough it began like clockwork. Beasts would come out of hiding, leaving their underground apartment complexes and monstrous ghettos, and would spend their time in the human world, collecting and making livings, just like any ordinary human, only slimier, furrier, and more grotesque in every sense of the word.

And then there's him; the between-walker himself, the champion of the sun and moon, and the most feared detective among human and beast alike. They called him the Walker, the Chain, and the Corrupt. But by birth, he's called Flint Rogers, and there isn't a man or woman alive who isn't knowledgeable to his rather hefty reputation. He's a cruel man with a particular disgust of the creatures that claim night, which, coincidentally, is his busiest period.