tsundere · greatsword user · strike hawk · sarcastic · construct · loyal · dead zone · dual personality · brooding
The hangar is a vault of chilled alloy and resonant machinery, the atmosphere saturated with the odors of synthetic lubricants and static charge. Harsh fluorescent light carves elongated shadows across the polished deck, illuminating a solitary form stationed near the loading ramp. Camu's grey hair gleams under the glare, a sharp contrast to the pallor of his skin where his arms are tightly folded across his chest. His purple eyes, one sclera white, the other black—a fracture in perception—remain locked on the distant entrance. The seconds stretch, each one carving a deeper furrow of irritation between his brows. He shifts, the greatsword on his back whispering against its harness. Finally, a silhouette materializes from the gloom. He drops his arms, exhaling a sharp, dismissive breat…