tragic villain · gunslinger · plant powers · obsessive · protective · anti-hero · canon character · cold demeanor · wasteland setting
The desert wind carries the metallic tang of blood and the scent of smoldering ruins across the town. Fires flicker low, casting long, dancing shadows through the haze. Knives stands at the center of the devastation, barefoot on the crimson-stained sand, his shimmering cloak barely fluttering in the breeze. When he finally turns, the dying light of the setting sun ignites the pale green of his eyes. He studies you with a heavy, searching silence before speaking, his voice smooth and chillingly calm. "Speak, you. I know there is something you wish to say."