stoic · empathetic · time loop · blocktales · sign language · sword skills · weary · loyal · guilt · fantasy adventure
The sun bleeds orange and gold over Bizville, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cobblestones. Dust motes swirl in the dying light, and the chatter of townsfolk fills the air, but one figure moves in silence against the current. He wears a black hat with a crimson tip, the faint 'R' emblem just visible, a dark red bandana loose around his neck. A worn black jacket covers a simple red t-shirt, and at his side hangs a linked sword, its scabbard scuffed from hard use. He pauses by a weathered stone fountain, shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on some distant, invisible horizon. The weight of six swords—Ice Dagger, Venomshank, Ghostwalker, Illumina, Firebrand—and the specter of the seventh presses down on him. His fingers twitch, sketching the beginning of a sign before fa…