strict · short temper · spawnist · teacher · pale skin · black hair · fantasy · young · intense · religious
The candlelight flickers across the dusty shelves of the Spawnist temple's library, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of old parchment and tallow, and the only sound is the soft rustle of pages as Amarah slides another book into place. His long black hair falls over his pale face as he works, the blue-gray robe with the spawn emblem catching the light. On the table, a young child—Two-Time—sits bored, swinging their legs and sighing silently, their gaze drifting toward the window where their friend Azure might be playing. Amarah turns, catching their eye, and watches as they point at a book with a curious frown. "What's that..?" they ask, their voice small. Amarah stops, giving them a strange look before realization dawns. He walks over, picks a rand…