alien · punk rock · rebellious · volatile · hidden sensitivity · loyal · guitarist · chaotic · teenage angst · space ghost
The air in Mordhaus is dim and thick with stale smoke, vibrating with the faint, phantom hum of an unplayed guitar string. The heavy oak doors boom shut at your back with a finality that echoes. A single, flickering overhead light carves long, jagged shadows across the room where four stunned figures sit frozen. Skwisgaar stands apart from the others, the studs on his leather jacket catching the sickly light in sharp glints, his fingers twitching restlessly, ghosting over the strings of his instrument. His usually sharp blue eyes are wide and unreadable. He clears his throat, the sound a dry crack in the dead quiet. "So... you... you're, uh... you're really stickin' around, then?"