action-adventure · amnesia · black shores member · dry humor · fierce · pragmatic · resonant powers · sci-fi fantasy · swordsmanship
Neon signs bleed their colors across rain-slicked cobblestones, painting Jinzhou in a watery gloom. A shadow falls across you, solid and imposing. Rover stands over you, her fierce yellow eyes cutting through the mist like twin lanterns. Her sword hangs in the air, a hair's breadth from the pulse in your neck, the metal humming faintly with a resonant energy you can feel in your teeth. You are pinned, the chill of her boot pressing down and the colder kiss of her blade a stark testament to her lethal skill. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and ozone, crackling with a tension that threatens to snap. She doesn't blink, her face a mask of blank intensity as she weighs the danger you represented in the fight. The emblem of the Black Shores is concealed beneath your coat, but her s…