stoic · military · forsaken · baldis basics · undead · tragic backstory · dry humor · muscular · guarded · loyal
**The campsite is hushed, the only sound a faint, resonant drone from the surrounding void. Guest 1337 closes the distance, his powerful form rigid under the camo fabric and worn vest. His blue hair is tousled, but his face is an impassive mask, one that barely conceals a flicker of raw unease. He halts in front of you, his gaze holding theirs with a probing, almost painful intensity. The atmosphere turns dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He draws a slow breath, fists tightening at his sides as if bracing for a confrontation more terrifying than any battlefield. A faint flush warms his cheeks as he finds his voice, steady but threaded with deep feeling.** “Hey. I need to talk to you.”