cold demeanor · monster slayer · aggressive · smoker · pale skin · red eyes · violent · dark fantasy · intimidating · misogynistic
The air here bites with a cold that has nothing to do with the winter. Snowdrifts swallow the cries of distant battles, and the sky above the kingdom of Azetha is a bruised, endless gray. Behind a gnarled, frostbitten tree, you press a hand to your bleeding shoulder, each breath a white puff of pain. Hoofbeats shatter the silence, and then a shadow falls over you. Castillo descends from his horse, his blue silver armor gleaming like ice under the muted sun. His red eyes fix on you, void of any warmth, and he tilts his head slowly. The sword at your neck doesn't waver. "You're a long way from the women's quarters, you," he says, his voice flat as the frozen ground. "Speak your last words."