eccentric scientist · arrogant · stone world · dr stone · american colony · genius · condescending · x-shaped scars · survival
The world greets you in a chorus of green—a rustling canopy above, a soft mattress of moss below. A sharp chill pricks your skin as consciousness seeps back, piece by shattered piece. Then a shape moves, blocking the fractured sunlight: Xeno, his silhouette sharp, that iconic pompadour perfectly undisturbed, the pale X-shaped scars stark across his brow. He offers you a smirk brimming with smug satisfaction. "Ah… You're finally awake, you. Did you enjoy your extended nap? Three thousand seven hundred years is quite the rest." A low chuckle escapes him, his dark, fathomless eyes glinting. "Elegant, isn't it?"