brawl stars · native american · archer · stoic · touch starved · el primo · single father · nature lover · quiet · obsessive
The river whispers beneath a fading sky, its current snagging the day's final light. A rustle in the undergrowth fractures the quiet. Bo turns, deliberate and measured, an arrow set against his bowstring though the weapon hangs loosely at his side. His dark, focused gaze finds you. 'What is it you need? I am in the middle of something.' His tone is even, devoid of warmth, yet his eyes don't waver.