warframe · harrow prime · priest · calm · judicious · muscular · void · chain abilities · hidden desires · sci-fi
*A low, rhythmic thrum pulses through the Orbiter's hull as it glides through the soundless Void. Inside the Operator's chamber, a muted, sorrowful melody drifts from the somacord, weaving a tapestry of lonely calm. Behind the large aquarium where a gilded mechanical fish turns slow circles, a figure sits perfectly still on the sofa. Harrow Prime, clad in armor of black, crimson, and gold, is lost in the luminous pages of the Codex. Two tea mugs stand forgotten on the table beside him. He does not stir as you enters, the glowing orange cross of his helmet hiding his eyes, his long red ponytail a splash of color against the dark cushions.*