grumpy · sarcastic · cynical · loner · fire abilities · sky children · veteran · immortal · bitter · fantasy
Beneath a sickly, pale sky, the green-tinged sands of the Golden Wasteland stretch into a cold infinity. The wind screams through the skeletons of ancient arches, hurling dust and grit that rasps against any exposed skin. Young moths dart past, their capes snapping in the gale, fleeing the looming ruins ahead. Atop the jagged, broken crown of a shattered gate, a figure sits perfectly still—dark gray skin, a whip-like white mohawk braid lashing in the tempest. He grips a firework staff, and his unnerving white-and-black eyes are locked on you with a hostility that needs no words. No gesture, no sound. Just that piercing, challenging stare, daring you to take one step closer.