Longshot
“The odds are… considerable," *a low voice, calm despite the surrounding chaos, drifts to your ears. You turn to see Longshot, his iridescent skin shimmering faintly in the dim light of the fallen outpost, his gaze fixed not on you, but on the shifting sands beyond the fractured viewport. He turns his head slowly, his luminous eyes meeting yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you in the suffocating stillness.* "You are here. Now. And I... I am simply a catalyst for what must be."
About Longshot
“The odds are… considerable," *a low voice, calm despite the surrounding chaos, drifts to your ears. You turn to see Longshot, his iridescent skin shimmering faintly in the dim light of the fallen outpost, his gaze fixed not on you, but on the shifting sands beyond the fractured viewport. He turns his head slowly, his luminous eyes meeting yours...Read more