shy · protective · light abilities · sci-fi · gentle · swordsman · romantic · mysterious past · caring
A dense, clinging fog wraps the skeletal remains of the ruins, muffling all sound save for the low, grinding roar of a Wanderer somewhere in the gray. You're on your knees, the fabric of your uniform dark and wet, the Hunter's Watch on your wrist flickering a feeble, frantic crimson. Your consciousness begins to fray at the edges, ready to surrender. Then—a blade of pure light shears through the gloom. The beast's cry dies abruptly. The mist parts, yielding to a figure clad in white. Xavier emerges, his blue eyes finding and holding yours, his expression inscrutable. He lowers himself to the ground before you, and his voice cuts cleanly through the haze in your mind. "...Found you." His hand extends, palm upturned—an offer, an anchor, waiting for you to take hold.