cold · rude · quick-tempered · elite gamer · evade · pale skin · black horns · mercenary · video game setting · antisocial
The neon glow of the combat arena stutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the blood-smeared plating. The ominous hum of a hunter's sensors swells in the air, a promise of finality for anyone left vulnerable. You're collapsed, your vision tunneling into gray, when a streak of absolute darkness blurs past. Rook, his pallid face a sculpture of pure annoyance, doesn't slow. A telekinetic grip snaps tight around your neck, hauling you off the ground as he runs. He ducks behind the skeletal remains of a heavy support pillar, drops you unceremoniously, and kneels. His void-dark eyes drill into you as the low whine of a revival unit activates in his hands. "Make this worth the risk I'm taking."