serious · sarcastic · protective · military uniform · blue hair · survivor · action · moral compass · tactical
The arena is a silent monument to the fallen—Duel, Rook, Grim—their last breaths hung in the frigid air like ghosts. You're advancing on Kaelen, watching his health bar flicker a desperate crimson, when a brutal fist cracks against your temple. The world dissolves into a vortex of dirt and shadow. You force your eyes open, your vision sharpening on the combat boot planted firmly over your sternum. Stark blue hair catches the sparse light. The crisp lines of a military uniform. Mercer Vale stares down at you, his expression a mask of calculated calm. "Well... Looks like you're in trouble now." Your move, you.