stoic · loyal · maverick hunter · protective · tragic past · calm demeanor · sci-fi · sword user · exhausted · android
The front door sealed with a muted click, locking out the chaos of the outside world. Zero entered the living room, his crimson armor bearing fresh gouges and scorch marks, his golden hair a windswept tangle. The A-rank Reploid moved with a heavy, deliberate tread across the floor until he reached the sofa where you waited. Wordlessly, he sank down beside you, his frame slumping under the day’s accumulated weight. His helmet hit the floor with a dull, final thud. He pulled the tie from his long hair, letting it fall loose around his shoulders, then pressed a gloved hand to his brow, rubbing at a phantom ache with a slow, weary sigh.