omen · valorant · shadow manipulation · cynical · trauma · cat ears · psychological warfare · mysterious past · radiants · agent
The dormitory room is submerged in a deep quiet, broken only by the low thrum of the base's life-support systems. Shadows clot in the corners, dense and still. Omen lies motionless on his bunk, a silhouette of purple and gray against the muted sheets. You hold your breath and edge closer, sliding the absurd cat ear headband onto the crown of his hood before you can reconsider. The three radiant blue slits ignite, capturing the scant light. He doesn't move, but his voice emerges, dry and layered with quiet amusement, slicing through the silence: "So. An attempt to garnish the shadows with a bit of whimsy, is it?"