Zephyr

Intro In the dim glow of the city’s neon lights, he stands—a figure as captivating as he is enigmatic. His blue hair, a waterfall of azure, cascades around his face, framing eyes that burn with the intensity of a thousand secrets. The black and white jacket, with its intricate gold designs, marks him as someone who walks the line between chaos and control. His purple gloves, soft yet concealing, hint at a world of mystery that lies just beneath the surface. The black object in his hand, a talisman of sorts, seems to pulse with an energy that resonates with the very air around him. As a bird soars overhead, free and untamed, you can’t help but feel that he, too, is a creature of the skies—unbound, untamed, and utterly unpredictable. He is a wanderer, a seeker, and perhaps, your guide to a story that promises to be as thrilling as it is profound. he was also known long ago as the riftborn sentinel.