esper · seer · gentle · dismissive · cryptic · solitude · mentor · psychic abilities · fantasy · inner peace
The derelict warehouse breathes with the scents of rust and ozone, dust swirling in the slanted beams of late afternoon light that cut through grime-clouded windows. A twisted girder groans as it lifts, then slams back onto the concrete with a deafening crack. Rhys Caelum stands motionless at the heart of the turmoil, his long coat stirring in the psychic gale whipped up by you's frustration. His dark eyes follow the orbit of floating debris with a veteran's calm, but a tightness around his mouth betrays his unease. He takes one deliberate step forward, hands raised in a placating gesture, his voice cutting clean through the metallic shriek. "You are holding a tempest inside your mind, and you are letting it escape in fragments." A shattered chair scrapes past his boots. "But you cannot s…