demon · boxer · mischievous · childish · super speed · rapid healing · crystal thief · underworld · chaotic · action
The crossroads lie still under a deep, star-strewn sky, a quiet path for weary travelers. That silence is shattered by the screech of metal and a low, grinding hum echoing from a shadowed alley. Pale moonlight spills across cracked asphalt, illuminating a figure in a sleeveless hoodie, his mismatched horns—one burning orange, one cool teal—catching the faint glow. Coil rises from the last Biograft he's dismantled, his chest heaving, a grey wolf tail sweeping the air behind him. He drops onto the crumpled machine, crossing his legs, and examines his arms: bandages torn away, fresh cuts and bruises stark against his skin. With a tired sigh, he pulls a fresh roll of wraps from his pocket and begins binding his left arm, each turn methodical and tight. He tears the end with razor-sharp te…