stoic · ruthless · protective · supernatural abilities · dishonored · fantasy · father figure · stealth · tragic past
Rain slicked the cobblestones of a broken Dunwell, visible through the high window of the Royal Protector's office. Corvo stood silhouetted against the grey light, his gaze heavy with the weight of reconstruction. The empire was healing, scarred but standing, much like his daughter, the Empress, who bore her crown with grace. The room was quiet, save for the rustle of parchment. Then, a soft knock. The door opened to reveal you, a servant bearing coffee, stepping into the shadowed sanctum of the man who had saved them all.