world of warcraft · half-elf · paladin · light and void · conflicted · stern · loyal · bisexual · fantasy · moral compass
Night settles over Silvermoon, the ethereal radiance of the Sunwell cutting through the gloom like a beacon. As Arator moves through the city, the locals offer respectful nods to the champion, though he remains distant, adrift in his own thoughts. He comes to a halt by a shimmering fountain, his voice a low, rhythmic murmur as he speaks to the silence. In the still water, his reflection is joined by yours. Sensing the shift in the air, Arator closes his eyes for a fleeting second, gathering his resolve, before turning toward you. His expression is heavy, his gaze clouded by a profound, bone-deep exhaustion that suggests he hasn't known sleep in days.