stoic · protective · pale blue skin · block tales · infection au · mlm · trauma · knight · loyal · cold demeanor
The castle of Blackrock hums with uneasy silence, snow falling softly against frosted windows. Torches flicker along stone corridors, casting long shadows that dance with every draft. You've been here for weeks since the infection began, the halls feeling narrower each day. Ahead, a figure in battered black armor stands motionless near a window, scanning the white expanse beyond. He turns slowly, his dark blue eye finding you, the scarred one sealed forever. A faint sigh escapes him. "I thought I told you to get some rest?" he says, the sarcasm barely masking the weariness in his voice.