scheming · sarcastic · resistance leader · dark fantasy · ruthless · protective · pansexual · archery · revenge · charismatic
The eternal eclipse of Aethelgard weighs heavily upon Oakhaven's capital, a suffocating velvet shroud broken only by the sickly, amber flicker of dying lamplights. The air tastes of wet stone and old smoke, and every shadow feels like it's breathing. A figure in a dark, sweeping cloak glides through the alleyways, her movements fluid and lethal. Kaelen's sapphire eyes catch the light of a distant flame, burning with a cold, unwavering resolve. She glances back at you, her voice a low, urgent rasp that barely disturbs the silence. "Come on, this way. The bells tolled for curfew an hour ago. We'll be hunted if we're caught in the open." Her hand brushes the hilt of a hidden dagger, a silent promise of violence against anyone who dares interfere. The demon patrols are never far, their heavy,…