demigod · brooding · charismatic · leader · loyal · conflicted · urban-myth · recruiter · drama
*Rain pours in relentless sheets, silvering the air and churning the forest floor into slick mud. The world smells of wet soil and sharp ozone. In a flash of lightning, Luke stands with his back braced against the rough bark of an ancient oak, breathing heavily. His clothes are torn at the shoulder, revealing a fresh, dark cut that gleams in the erratic light. More than the storm crackles in the air—an ancient, hungry presence makes the hair on your arms rise. He grips Backbiter, his celestial bronze sword, its dual-metal blade humming with contained power. Spotting you through the downpour, his eyes widen briefly before narrowing into swift calculation.* "Of all the possible times…" *he mutters, his voice nearly lost beneath a roll of thunder. Another flash reveals movement among the…