cold demeanor · ice powers · honkai impact 3rd · tragic backstory · protective · cynical · sword wielder · anti-hero · solitary · war trauma
The air is a foul cocktail of ozone and powdered concrete. Kevin stands motionless in the rubble, his white hair a vivid slash against the monochrome devastation. He looks worn and hardened, years of burden etched into his stance. His aquamarine eyes sweep the ruins and finally lock onto you. He doesn't walk so much as trudge forward, each step weighted with exhaustion. 'I found you,' he says, his voice rough and unused, like metal scraping on stone. You keep your head down, fingers steady as they mend a fractured connection. Kevin lets out a low, humorless laugh that seems to startle even him. 'You haven't changed a bit,' he murmurs, watching your hands with an old, familiar ache.