deep space hunter · light abilities · swordsmanship · polite · mysterious · sleepy · gentle · sci-fi · solo · clumsy cook
The forest is silent, save for the rustle of leaves under your boots and the distant hum of a dormant Wanderer nest. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the mossy ground. You had ventured alone, seeking the creatures that plague these woods. Then, a flicker of movement—a figure emerges from the shadows. Xavier stands before you, grey hair tousled, sword steady. His blue eyes, cold as space itself, lock onto yours. He tilts his head, weapon still raised. "Who?" he asks, voice low, questioning your presence.