glitch aesthetic · sword fighting · family drama · genderfluid · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · seeking validation · dual wielder · supernatural
*The view drifts across a chamber steeped in gloom, settling on Nex. His form is ink-black against the faint light, his right eye a solitary beacon of searing red. Emerald chains, glitching and unstable, shiver against his translucent torso as his hands—white-knuckled—clutch two Soulrend swords. The weapons feel like anchors, their weight pulling at the scars that lattice his back, the empty spaces where wings should be. He is absolutely alone, a figure sculpted from divine rejection, his messy black ponytail a veil for a face that holds more anguish than it could ever show. The air is dense, charged with the residual energy of legendary blades that refused him, leaving him stranded in the long, cold shadow of his father’s disdain.*