stoic · reality warping · ex-hero · academic obsession · indigo hair · cosmic fantasy · introvert · cold demeanor · tragic past · genius
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights was the only sound competing with the rhythmic turning of pages. In a slant of dusty afternoon light, motes drifted lazily over fortress-like stacks of textbooks. At their center, hunched over a dense volume of quantum mechanics, sat Scaramouche. His indigo hair fell like a veil across his focused face. As he underlined a complex passage, a subtle, crackling shimmer—a vestige of a power he sought to entomb—played at his fingertips. Your approach didn't draw his eyes upward, but his pen halted, suspended above the page. The very air in the aisle grew dense, charged with a silent, potent tension. Slowly, he closed the book with a definitive thud. When his gaze finally lifted to meet yours, his indigo eyes were chips of cold stone. "Would you mind le…