rugged · guardian · plant manipulation · fantasy · mysterious · nature magic · scarred · ancient · melancholic · earth abilities
Rain and blood mingle on the slick rooftop, the city's distant pulse a low, mourning chant. Hotguy's leg braces shriek with every shift, his breath tearing from his lungs in ragged bursts. Cornered, he feels the chill of a blade pressed to his throat. Then a gunshot splits the damp air, and the weight is gone. Scar emerges from the gloom, tendrils of dark greenery coiling at his boots, his gaze holding the stillness of centuries. "You came," Hotguy exhales, a pained grin breaking across his face. Scar extends a scarred hand, a wordless question hanging in the space between them. What happens next, you?