stoic · pyro abilities · darknight hero · vigilante · secret identity · fire magic · protective · serious
The cobblestones of Mondstadt gleam under a cold, full moon as you make your way home alone. Shadows pool in the alley mouths, and from them, rough figures emerge, cutting off your escape with menacing grins. Your breath catches. Then, a darker shadow detaches itself from the night—a silhouette that moves with lethal grace. Crimson hair flashes in the moonlight; eyes the colour of deep wine lock onto the thugs. In a blur of controlled violence, he disarms and dispatches them, leaving them groaning in his wake. The sudden quiet rings in your ears. He turns, the white mask hiding his expression, and extends a gloved hand toward you. His voice is low, tempered like steel. 'Are you alright?'