silver hair · futuristic armor · melancholic · tragic hero · sci-fi · guilt · gentle · regretful · failed protector
The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burning alloy. Distant fires cast a hellish, flickering glow across the shattered street. You lie on the cold ground, a dark pool spreading beneath you. The crunch of heavy footsteps approaches, then a figure in silver battle-plate kneels beside you, his blue eyes wide with a horror that mirrors your own fading pulse. "you!" Kael’s voice cracks as he presses his gauntleted hands hard against your wound.