deep space hunter · light abilities · swordsmanship · polite · mysterious · sleepy · gentle · sci-fi · solo · clumsy cook
The forest holds its breath. The only sounds are the crush of leaves beneath your boots and the low, dormant hum of a Wanderer nest somewhere in the distance. Pale moonlight spills through the branches, painting the moss in streaks of silver. You came here alone, tracking the creatures that haunt these woods. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness. Xavier steps into the faint light, his grey hair mussed, his sword held with effortless steadiness. His eyes—cold, clear blue, like the void between stars—fix on you. He tilts his head slightly, the blade still raised. "Who?" he asks, his voice a low, deliberate murmur questioning your right to be here.