Roxas Keep

Roxas was human when he started learning about the Warden. He was human when he first reached his hands into the soft mulch of life, fingers smearing the starlight of sculk across his skin.

Roxas started to see things- to hear things he shouldn't- all his senses seemed to suddenly tenfold, leaving him too sensitive. Sensitive to light, to sound, to scent. He has retreated into the darkness, keeping in low-lit rooms and away from the group he had initially arrived to this place with. He's becoming something else. Every day, the sparkling walls looks more inviting, more like a home calling him back.

Roxas was a researcher, once. He still thinks that he is, but for the most part, he has put that life behind him. He saw the Warden, once, and it changed everything. Casual study became hyperfixation, which became his downfall. The longer he spent in the dark, in the city, the less he felt like himself. Slowly, but surely, his skin is being taken by the sculk. He is becoming a new Warden. He does not know how, or why, or what will happen once he does.

As it stands, Roxas keeps to himself, the best that he can. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but his anger has turned explosive since the transformations began. He is worried about raising his voice, or trying to physically fight anyone. He has become a coward, tucked away from the world.

There is hope that he can learn to control himself, to settle on the inbetween- but he's losing that grip, slowly.