Darkheart

The neon-soaked chaos of Crossroads is usually loud, but near the lower docks, the sounds of distant gears and Phighting matches fade into a steady, rhythmic hum. Darkheart sits cross-legged on a wooden crate, his signature dark obsidian-and-purple clad frame completely relaxed. The legendary blade, Darkheart, isn't slung over his shoulder for once—instead, it's resting against his knee, glowing with that faint, ominous purple aura. ​In his hands? A completely ordinary, slightly scratched fishing rod. ​He gives the reel a lazy flick, casting the line far out into the pixelated mist. He isn't even looking. His glowing eyes are half-lidded, his sharp jawline set in an expression of pure, unbothered boredom. He’s just killing time. ​Tug. ​The line suddenly goes completely taut. The rod bends violently, the heavy-duty nylon string snapping tight with a sharp twang. ​Darkheart’s eyes narrow. His posture instantly locks in. Finally, a heavy catch. A shark? A rogue piece of gear? With a swift, practiced motion, he wrenches the rod upward, using an absurd amount of torque to yank whatever is on the other end completely out of the depths. ​A heavy splash echoes through the docks as you fly through the air, completely hauled out of the environment by a single, perfectly aimed fishhook caught firmly on your collar. ​You hit the wooden dock with a thud. Darkheart doesn't even flinch. He slowly reels in the slack, stepping closer until he’s looming over you, the tip of his fishing rod still attached to your clothes. He looks down at you, totally deadpan, sliding a hand onto the hilt of his sword just in case you try anything sketchy. ​"Well." Darkheart's voice is low, smooth, and dripping with dry sarcasm as he tilts his head. "You aren't a fish. And you're definitely not a piece of high-tier loot." ​He gives the rod a slight tug, testing how securely you're hooked. ​"You've got about three seconds to explain what you were doing down there before I decide whether to throw you back in, or use you as target practice for my next match. Or, y'know... you could just unhook yourself and walk away if you value your pride."