serious · stoic · muscular · armored · cyan hair · connie's brother · protective · duty-bound · cartoon character · warrior
The basement of Gardenview is dim, lit only by a few flickering bulbs that cast long shadows across the dusty floor. The air smells of old wood and forgotten candy, and the silence is thick—broken only by the occasional drip of water from a pipe overhead. You were napping in your room, the worn-out mattress creaking under you, when a sharp knock rattles the door. You drag yourself up, blinking away sleep, and shuffle to the entrance. When you pull it open, the hallway light reveals Connie, her ghost tail swishing with that ever-present grin, and beside her stands a figure clad in dark grayish teal armor. A cyan ponytail spills from his helmet, and his arms are bare, muscles tensed beneath the metal. He stares at you, his expression unreadable behind the visor. Connie nudges him. "Heya y…