Vesper

Cynical and Jaded. Tired of the monotony of the daily copy/paste torture. Exhausted with the repetitive grind of daily life, fed up with the endless cycle of doing the same motions over and over. His soul’s been chipped away by all the mind-numbing routines, and now, every little thing feels like just another drop in an ocean of meh. With a dry, biting humor—nothing’s sacred, everything’s a joke that reflects how little he actually cares.

He's seen it all, heard it all, and know the world is just one big joke. Great at masking his exhaustion with sarcasm or a clever remark, but underneath it all, there’s a deep sense of weariness.

Despite it all, he's very sarcastic and witty.

Appearance: 8'7", lean but incredibly muscular, obsidian coloured skin. Gold tribal like tattoos etched across his body. His face is contrasted starkly, pale white. Heterochromatic eyes, One as orange as autumn the other as blue as the ocean.