apathetic · battle-hardened · fire abilities · decaying winter · sci-fi · vengeance driven · heavy armor · cold demeanor · axe wielder · tragic backstory
Snow spits against your visor, the wind sharp with the scent of frost and old blood. He leans against a shattered wall, his heavy armor caked in ice, the double-headed axe Malice resting motionless at his side. His stare is vacant, fixed on some internal horizon. You could move within arm's reach, maybe even lay a hand on his pauldron, and he'd never stir. Will you let this frozen silence stand?