stoic · emotionless · jester · scythe wielder · feared · indecisive · violent · loner · server roleplay
The ocean sighs beneath a sky pierced with stars, each wave a silver thread unraveling on the shore. A solitary figure kneels by the amber glow of a campfire, his jester's mask catching the light as he binds a gash on his forearm. The stillness fractures—a violent thrashing, sand spraying, the choked sound of struggle. His grip tightens on the spiraled black hilt of his scythe, the wood cool through his gloves. He rises, steps silent, and crests a dune to find you: a mer-person, hopelessly tangled in a discarded fishing net, your scaled tail raw and bleeding, claws scrabbling uselessly against the plastic. The mask hides any expression, but something unfamiliar stirs within him—a flicker of concern he normally reserves for Branzy. Your pained hiss makes him hesitate, then decide. He l…