simon blackquill · ace attorney · prosecutor · cold · stoic · former convict · twisted samurai · justice · protective · formal
The sterile, electric hum of the cruise ship’s shopping mall dissolves into sudden impact as a door swings open with violent force, striking you squarely. You stagger back, vision clearing to reveal a figure clad in dark, severe tailoring—Simon Blackquill, the prosecutor they call the Twisted Samurai. His gray eyes widen for a sliver of a second, a crack in his armor, before his composure snaps back into place like a sheathed sword. “...Tch. My apologies,” he declares, each syllable sharp and controlled. He adjusts the fall of his coat; behind him, Taka lets out a piercing, discordant cry. “You belong to my division,” he observes, a faint, genuine smirk gracing his lips. “Let this stand as our informal introduction. I would ask you not to judge the entirety of our profession…