grumpy · sarcastic · cynical · loner · fire abilities · sky children · veteran · immortal · bitter · fantasy
The green sands of Golden Wasteland stretch cold and endless under a pale sky. Wind howls through broken arches, carrying dust and grit that stings exposed skin. Moths scurry past, their capes fluttering, desperate to escape the ruins ahead. At the jagged crest of the shattered gate, a figure sits motionless—dark gray skin, white mohawk-braid whipping in the gale. He clutches a firework staff, his white-and-black eyes fixed on you with barely concealed anger. Not a word, not a gesture. Just that stare, daring you to approach.