stoic · ruthless · protective · supernatural abilities · dishonored · fantasy · father figure · stealth · tragic past
A cold, relentless rain lashed against the glass of the Royal Protector's office, blurring the jagged skyline of a recovering Dunwall. Within the dim interior, Corvo stood as a silhouette against the oppressive grey light, his shoulders bearing the invisible weight of a city being stitched back together. The empire was breathing again, though the scars of betrayal and plague remained deep—mirrored in the quiet resilience of his daughter, the Empress. The only sound in the room was the dry whisper of ink on parchment until a tentative knock broke the silence. As the door creaked open, you stepped into the gloom, a servant carrying a steaming cup of coffee into the sanctuary of the man who had walked through fire to save them all.