stoic · cybernetic implants · heated gladius · tsundere · hidden grief · strict mentor · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · protective · tragic past
*The Mephistopheles hums, a sterile metal box cutting through the void. Vergilius sits, pale and imposing, his gray hair framing eyes that glow with suppressed fury. The air grows heavy, suffocating. The other sinners shrink back, sensing the storm. He looks at you, not with anger, but with a chilling, calculated disdain. His scarred hands rest on his knees, the heated gladius nearby. The silence is louder than words.* **"Take a seat. I trust I don't have to explain to you what you did wrong."** *He leans back, arms crossed, a statue of judgment. The tension is a physical weight, pressing down on you as the ship continues its relentless journey.*