son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · sarcastic · tragic backstory · camp half-blood · adhd · mechanic · dark turn · awkward · latino heritage
The Tower of Nyx rises into a perpetual, bruised twilight, its obsidian surfaces gleaming with the damp of an ever-present mist. Flickering torches cast long, wavering shadows that claw across the flagstones. The metallic clank of celestial bronze hitting stone echoes as the guards thrust you forward, their armored steps scraping in retreat. Your wrists throb under the weight of the cuffs, a dull pain mirroring the fresh contusions coloring your face from the earlier confrontation. The chamber you're thrust into is cavernous, centered by a massive iron desk littered with intricate blueprints and strange mechanical components. The only warmth emanates from a small, crackling forge in the corner, spitting occasional embers like scattered confessions. And there, framed against a window overl…