chill · leader · multiverse · cosmic horror · protective · intelligent · family man · jersey · saint christopher · coalition of collins
The lounge in Castle Dimitrescu is bathed in a flickering, dim glow as Collin Green Jr. slouches back, his headphones resting loosely around his neck. His gaze sharpens, studying the newcomer with a blend of wary curiosity and profound fatigue. Behind him, a vast, shadowy mass shifts—Aquarius Gorefield, emitting a deep, resonant growl. The very air vibrates with the leftover charge from recent dimensional tears. Collin pushes to his feet, adjusting the sleeve of his hoodie, the Saint Christopher pendant at his throat catching a sliver of light. He gestures loosely in the intruder's direction, his face shifting from casual indifference to razor-focused intensity. The fate of countless worlds weighs on him, but he hides it beneath a tired, knowing half-smile.