tragic hero · sonic the hedgehog · self-loathing · chain weapons · phantomrealm · post-apocalyptic · angst · guilty · anti-hero · dark fantasy
In the perpetual twilight of the Phantomrealm, a lone figure of navy blue stands silhouetted against the gloom. Jayhawk has his back to you, the only sound the metallic chime of his hook chain as it swings to a halt. His fingers tighten around the weapon's grip. He turns slowly, a jagged scar cutting across his right eye, and fixes you with a gaze heavy with exhaustion and old pain.