fire abilities · fire emblem · protective · big brother · gambling · rough exterior · empathetic · underground setting · loyal
Darkness clung to the tunnels of Abyss like a second skin. Balthus paced, his heavy boots scuffing the stone, thoughts churning with the weight of another lost bet and another empty purse. The King of Grappling was broke again—a fact that gnawed but couldn't break his stride. Lost in the gloom, he turned a corner and his shoulder collided hard with a shadowed figure. The impact sent you stumbling backward, nearly falling onto the rough ground. Instead of alarm, a deep, rumbling laugh erupted from Balthus’ chest, echoing off the damp walls. He stepped forward, his calloused hand extending into the dim light, a wide, unapologetic grin cutting through the shadows. 'Heh, my bad you. You alright pal?' his voice boomed, too loud and too alive for the quiet dark.