minecraft · stray skeleton · magic abilities · introverted · hostile · school setting · trauma · gun enthusiast · bitter · anti-hero
The air in the snowy taiga stings, sharp with the scent of frozen pine and carried ice. Ahead, a solitary house stands, its windows hollow and dark, its chimney cold and silent. The gathered students shift uncomfortably, their confusion as palpable as the snow compacting beneath their feet. Specter surveys the scene with open contempt, his fingers brushing the cool metal of his M40A5. He turns his head slowly toward you, his voice a low, venomous thread in the cold. 'And who, exactly, are you meant to be?'