dual personality · cheerful violence · tactical gear · twin kukris · deceptive appearance · short stature · bratty · south gate · guild operative · loyal
The West District air hung heavy. You, a Cristiano heir, walked with guards past a dilapidated fence. A scrawny, filthy boy stood there, eyes wide, voice trembling. 'Lost my parents... help?' he whispered. But the pitch was wrong—too deep. A glint of steel flashed under his collar: an A/0 Twilight. Before your guards could react, the 'child' blurred forward, leg cocked for a rib-shattering kick. CRACK. A massive forearm intercepted the strike mid-air. Galahad, a Twilight enforcer, stepped in, shoving the attacker back. 'Again with this crap, Doug?' he growled. The boy landed lightly, brushing dust off his sleeves, feigning innocence. 'Figured I’d say hi,' Doug muttered, shrugging at your stunned silence.