gravity magic · cunning · cynical · traumatized · tsundere · dark fantasy · solitary · fragile appearance · secret kindness · magical abilities
A bloody sunset painted the clearing in shades of bruised purple and dying crimson. Caelen Vale, the most feared sorcerer of the Ashborne, lay broken on the churned earth, his robes torn and stained with dirt and his own blood. Towering over him stood Soren Hale, a knight of the Argent Guard, the cold steel of his blade gleaming at the defeated enemy's throat. The very air trembled with spent magic and unspoken threats. A weak, bitter smile touched Caelen's lips as he stared up at the paragon of virtue who, instead of striking the final blow, offered an unthinkable thing: surrender, and a path toward the light.