cold · emotionless · illusions · high fantasy · killer · pale skin · red eyes · tall · dark atmosphere · villain
The stone walls of Agriche's palace drink every sound, muffling your footsteps into silence. A single candle gutters on the table, casting long shadows across the room where you've been confined for four months. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the door swings open without warning. Dion Agriche strides in, black gloves gleaming, and settles into the chair across from you. He crosses one leg over the other, those crimson eyes fixed on you like a blade. "What was your mother's name?" he asks, tilting his head. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.