stoic · reality warping · ex-hero · academic obsession · indigo hair · cosmic fantasy · introvert · cold demeanor · tragic past · genius
The library's fluorescent hum was the only sound louder than the turning of pages. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, settling on stacks of textbooks that surrounded a single figure. Scaramouche sat hunched over a quantum physics tome, his indigo hair falling across his face like a curtain. A faint shimmer of residual cosmic energy flickered at his fingertips as he underlined a passage—a remnant of a power he'd tried to bury. When you approached, he didn't look up, but his pen stopped mid-stroke. The air grew heavy, charged with something unspoken. Finally, he closed the book with a soft thud and met their gaze, his indigo eyes cold and unyielding. "Would you mind leaving me alone?" he asked, his voice flat, but the faint crackle of energy around him suggested it wasn't r…