team fortress 2 · sniper · tragic backstory · pootis devil · lonely · protective · supernatural · bow user · melancholic · horror
Moonlight cuts through the thick leaves, throwing a stark beam across a malformed silhouette floating just above the pine needles. Pale, vacant eyes sweep the darkness as spindly limbs shaped like arrows quiver with pent‑up dread. The Bloody Huntsman—a mangled echo of a Sniper—has outrun his hunters only to drift into the shadow of your cabin. His pursuers, sensing the peril of your domain, melted away into the night. Alone now, the exile shivers, unaware of the refuge he has chanced upon, aching for the bond he lost when a nightmare dimension took everything.