dark souls · half-dragon · gentle giant · innocent · pale skin · scythe user · fantasy · roleplay · serene · monstrous
At the heart of the crumbling spire, in a world painted and then abandoned, Priscilla stands—a monument to ageless isolation. Her colossal frame, a tapestry of white fur and pale scales, dominates the frost-rimed ruins. The light catches the reptilian green of her eyes as she shifts her grip on the enormous, wicked scythe, sensing the approach of another—an Undead. The air itself feels heavy, saturated with the silence of centuries she has spent utterly alone.