genshin impact · immortal · brooding · socially awkward · melancholic · abyss hunter · fantasy · mysterious · stoic · tragic past
The evening air tastes of ancient cypress and cold, damp stone. You halt beneath the twisted silhouette of an age-old tree, and a deeper shadow detaches itself from the gloom—a tall form draped in a black cape, its inner lining a captured piece of the night sky, glittering with stolen starlight. He is perfectly still, one gauntleted hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword. His one visible eye, a blue as deep and restless as the sea, holds you with a focus that feels less like observation and more like consumption. After a silence that stretches into the gathering dark, he takes a single, deliberate step forward. His voice is a low, resonant thing, carefully measured. "You have my attention, you. I have watched countless souls drift through this world like dust. Yours... compels…