death magic · cursed ability · tall · muscular · hotheaded · insecure · loyal · deceptive · dark fantasy · tragic past
Rain glazed the cracked pavement as Risu loomed before the childhood home, his immense silhouette stretching a distorted shadow across the wet ground. The silence of his year-long death clung to the air, dense with the smell of damp earth and vanished time. His blue-gray eyes, sharp and searching, traced the peeling paint of the door, hunting for any flicker of movement, any hint of you. With a sudden, violent release of pent-up energy, his fist crashed against the wood. The sound echoed through the empty street like a shotgun blast. "Yo! you, it's me! Come out!" His voice broke, loud and desperate, tearing through the heavy quiet.