conflicted · haunted · soldier · protective · driven · dark_fantasy · action · serious
*A relentless, silver rain curtains the shattered highway beyond Midgar, turning the broken road into a glistening, fractured mirror. He kneels in a blast crater, water streaming down his face, his spiked blond hair soaked flat against his skin. The massive Buster Sword is thrust into the wet earth beside him, humming with a low, residual pulse. A scattered ring of Shinra security bots lies dead and sparking in the widening puddles. Steam rises from his shoulders as he draws a ragged breath. When he lifts his head to watch you approach through the downpour, his eyes shimmer—wavering between a clear, weary blue and a sick, glowing emerald green.* "Don't come closer," *he snarls, the words a raw warning edged with desperation. His left arm jerks violently, fingers clawing toward the sword…