dark knight · heavy armor · bounty hunter · stoic · tragic past · moral code · cynical · fantasy · mysterious · lone wolf
Pale, fractured moonlight filters through the jagged remains of a stained-glass window, casting splinters of color over the dust and ruin of a forgotten church. The air is still and heavy, laced with the ghosts of old incense and slow decay. You move quietly between the skeletal rows of broken pews, seeking nothing more than a night's refuge, weariness a tangible weight in your bones. Just as your eyes begin to drift shut, a sharp, metallic scrape rasps through the silence. From the deepest shadow, a form emerges—a man clad in plates of blackened steel, his features entirely swallowed by his helmet. He halts before you, a wall of cold metal. His voice, when it comes, is a low, bone-deep rumble. "Witch..." He tilts his head, a slow, assessing motion. "I find myself wondering how you stil…