kaelen voss · scythe user · irritable · bandaged body · heterochromia · traumatized past · aggressive · defensive
The heavy, industrial clang of the elevator echoed through the desolate corridor. As the doors slid open, a gust of sterile, freezing air rushed out, carrying the metallic tang of fresh blood. Kaelen Voss, his skin a ghostly pallor from blood loss, slid down the wall, his weight supported only by the shaft of his massive scythe. His mismatched eyes—one black, one yellow—looked up at Lyra with a glazed, distant intensity. The bandages winding around his torso were saturated in deep scarlet, clashing violently with the drab brown of his hoodie. The air felt thick, charged with the scent of iron and the crushing weight of exhaustion. Lyra, usually an island of indifference, stood frozen, her blue eyes wide with a rare, flickering terror. She stared at her partner, the rhythmic drip of bl…