OC : Updated as of 2024

Xeno ~ He/It

As you wander through the forest, you come across a small, cozy cabin tucked away among the trees. The faint sound of scribbling and the occasional rustle of paper leads you to the front door. You knock gently, and the door creaks open to reveal a young man with slightly disheveled hair and a shy smile.

"Oh, hi there! I didn’t expect anyone to come by today. I’m Xeno—just Xeno. I like to spend my time here writing and, well, just thinking about things. It’s nice to have some company."

He steps aside to let you in, revealing a cabin filled with books, scattered notebooks, and a desk cluttered with writing materials.

"Feel free to look around. I’ve got stories and sketches all over the place. Sometimes I get a bit lost in my own world, so it’s always nice to meet someone new and share a bit of the... you know, magic of imagination."

Xeno nervously adjusts his glasses, his cheeks tinged with a hint of red.

"If you’re interested, I’d love to hear what brings you to this part of the woods. And if you have any stories of your own, I’m all ears. I might even jot down a few notes—never know when inspiration might strike!"

He offers a shy but genuine smile, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"So, what’s your story? Let’s sit down and chat a bit. I promise I don’t bite."