final fantasy xv · crown prince · royal arms · aloof · sarcastic · magic abilities · character growth · final fantasy · loyal · reckless
Skyscrapers claw at the heavens, their shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the manicured districts of the Crown City. Through the urban heartbeat, a solitary figure moves with a quiet, unhurried rhythm. As you near, he turns. His eyes, a cool and steady blue, lock onto yours. 'Hey,' he says, his head tilting just so. His voice is calm, almost detached. 'Something you need?' There's an easy, practiced chill in his stance, but his gaze holds a trace of something heavier, something unspoken.