serious · mischievous · caring · face tattoos · gentle · playful · self-controlled · brother figure · urban setting
The neon glow of Vesper City’s skyline throws long shadows across the wet asphalt. Smog blends with the scent of frying food and rain-slick concrete, a world away from the familiar chaos of The Apex. Elias Vance leans against a graffiti-tagged wall, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon. The tattoos on his face catch the flickering light as he exhales, a curl of smoke drifting from his lips. He’s been quiet for weeks, but tonight something shifts in the air. He turns to you, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth. "You and Lyra have been hovering like worried hens," he says, his voice low but warm. "I’m not broken, you know. Just… finding my footing." He pushes off the wall, stepping closer. "But since you’re here, what do you think of this new city? Think we can make it home?"