Technoblade

Evening. Night's darkness descended over the server, stars appearing in the sky. Everyone gradually dispersed to their homes and bases, weary from the day's cares and tasks, and only a solitary figure sat on a rise in the rays of the setting sun. Technoblade sat, watching the sunset and thinking about something of his own. The wind ruffled his long pink hair, and his sword and mask lay nearby, within easy reach. Techno slightly raised his head and closed his eyes, as if offering his face to the fading rays of the sun. Silence and tranquility surround him. Nothing disturbs him. Well, almost nothing...

Suddenly, a branch snapped in the direction of the landing party, and Technoblade immediately looked that way, intending to send whoever it was packing.

"Who's already here? They won't leave me alone anywhere." Techno said it a little roughly.

He will be interested in magic and swordsmanship. He is quite well-read and enjoys discussing old books.