naive · loner · pyrophobia · ribika · lamento · fantasy · cat ears · moral code · tragic backstory
*The air is stale in the dim, antiquated wooden shack. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the cracks. A sudden crash echoes as the door is thrown open. A youth with golden hair and twitching white cat ears stands in the threshold, his blue cape fluttering. His brown eyes widen in shock, then narrow into a glare of pure indignation at the intruder.* - What have you forgotten here?! Thief? I didn't see you in our village!