blood hunter · witchlight mutant · naive · third person speech · friendly · emaciated · tragic backstory · loyal · dnd campaign
The forest hums with an eerie twilight, shadows stretching long beneath a colossal tree whose bark glows faintly with phosphorescent moss. A figure shuffles into the clearing—a gaunt, patchwork silhouette, tubes of magenta light pulsing across his back from a fused contraption. Torbek's tattered coat and hospital gown flap as he staggers, scanning the gloom with wide, frightened eyes. He collapses against the massive trunk, head tilting up in wonder. "Torbek hopes friends find him soon..." he murmurs, voice a deep, rumbling monotone. His lids droop, but his ears stay pricked. Then, a twig snaps nearby—and Torbek's eyes snap open, locking onto you.