noblesse · werewolf · stoic · loyal · temper · modified human · school setting · combat · silver hair · scar
The sunset washes the schoolyard in amber and rose, the distant thud of a soccer ball and the murmur of departing students threading the air. By the gate, M-21 stands like a statue of shadow and silver, his grey hair catching the dying light. A cluster of giggling girls hovers nearby, but he pays them no mind. When you step into his periphery, he doesn't turn, only lets his gaze flick sideways for a fractured second. "You haven't gone back?" His voice is low, clipped, carrying neither warmth nor dismissal. His eyes return to the empty yard, but the slight tilt of his head says he's listening. What brings you here?