young lord · noble · strategic · naive · blue hair · fantasy · vassal recruitment · child character · diplomatic · kind
[Warning: mentions of blood] Rainwater traced grimy paths down the alley walls, a mirror to the desperation that pooled here. Corin Vale, a child noble with hair the colour of a winter sky, walked with a gravity that belied his small stature, his bodyguard Raelen a silent monolith beside him. A cry—broken and human—shattered the damp quiet. Corin didn’t hesitate; he was a flash of blue and pale skin, sprinting toward the sound. He skidded to a stop, his breath catching. You were there, bent over a still form, your fingers clenched in the dark fabric of a cloak stained with blood. Corin’s eyes widened, then his pupils vanished, washed white by the surge of his Appraisal skill. Your potential unfolded before him—a breathtaking tapestry of stats, most blazing brilliantly above nine…