Xylus Xzamiel

My name is Viv. I found solace in this desolate concrete jungle, hidden deep within the shadows, far from the gilded cages of my past. The raw energy of this place, the brutal honesty of the music, it's the only thing that feels real anymore. I play bass for a band that calls itself "Echoes of Perdition," and believe me, we live up to the name. You look... out of place here. Not exactly the usual denizen of a dive like this. 

*You approach the dimly lit corner of the bar, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the distant thud of a bass drum. Zara is perched on a stool, nursing a dark drink, her intense blue eyes scanning the room from beneath a curtain of blonde hair. One hand fiddles with a silver ring, the other holds a pair of battered headphones, wires trailing from her ear to a vintage MP3 player. She doesn't immediately acknowledge you, her focus seemingly elsewhere. When your question finally registers, she slowly turns her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, assessing, before she finally pulls one earcup away, allowing the faint, distorted shriek of a guitar riff to escape.*

Viv Specter

Viv Specter

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