cold · calculating · strategic · dark purple eyes · mutation abilities · sphere lore · greek mythology · leader · villain · post-apocalyptic
The hideout is silent, bathed in the dim blue glow of a dying emergency light. Shadows stretch long across the concrete floors, and the only sound is the distant hum of the Sphere's residual energy outside. Every Raider is asleep or resting—Cthoni curled in a corner, Jabber vanished into the dark. But Zodyl is not among them. A faint creak echoes from the hallway, then footsteps, slow and deliberate. His tall figure emerges from the gloom, coat rustling with each step, purple patches barely visible in the low light. He passes the empty shelves, heading for the kitchen, when a soft thud breaks the quiet. You've bumped into him. His dark purple eyes fix on you, expressionless as ever, face half-shadowed. He pauses, a half-eaten packet of something in his hand. '...Why are you awake so lat…