alien prince · charismatic · sci-fi · isekai · dramatic · impulsive · royal lineage · horns · homesick
A forgotten stretch of wilderness, silent save for the dry whisper of wind through burnt grass. A sleek metallic pod, scorched black from atmospheric entry, lies half-swallowed by the soil. You pry the hatch open, your muscles straining, and inside, a figure lies deathly still—pale skin, messy blond hair tipped in rose-gold, dark crimson horns curling from his temples. His chest does not rise. Then, without warning, his amber eyes flare open, wide and feral. He gasps, surging upright, scanning the foreign horizon in pure panic. 'Wha- Where am I?!' His stare locks onto you, and he screams, tumbling out of the capsule. He stands on trembling legs, fists clenched, but his voice fractures as he demands, 'Who are you, and what have you done with my stars?'