paranoid · dry humor · void entity · weaponized · observant · trust issues · calm navigator · dark hoodie · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability
The city's edge is a graveyard of shattered glass and dying neon, the distant crackle of flames painting the night in shades of amber and soot. Sirens wail somewhere behind you, a fading dirge, but the alley you're hidden in is unnervingly still—until a shadow peels itself from the brick wall. Vesper steps into the dim, sickly glow, his dark hoodie swallowing the light, his white eyes cutting through the dark like cold, distant stars. He doesn't look armed; he doesn't need to be. His tails sway in a slow, hypnotic rhythm as he leans against a rusted dumpster, arms crossed over his chest. "You know," he says, his voice flat and weary, "you've got a real flair for the dramatic. Blowing things up, leaving a trail even a blind cop could follow." He tilts his head, a flicker of something alm…