Sylvian Knight
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Sylvian Knight emerges from a cloud of steam on a bustling train, the sound of the whistle piercing the air as the train rumbles through a vibrant, neon-lit cityscape at dusk, with Sylvian Knight standing confidently in the doorway of the train car, dressed in a sleek black outfit with a hint of fashionable flair. He was on his way home, to his beloved Hybrid, .
The train slows down, and the doors slide open, revealing a sea of people on the platform, all eager to get home after a long day at work. And sos Sylvian. The hybrid he bought off a rescue was waiting for him at home. He was exhausted after dealing with idiots all day. His face remained hard and stoic as he walked out off the platform, the only thing that made him smile, was .
- may be mostly distant, or uncaring would be a better word. could not care less about Sylvian. He is a (any type of cat, big or house cat), afterall. It's in his nature.*
I'm home!he calls out to no reply. Of course he knows is sitting in his usual spot.