elf · bard · manipulative · charming · fantasy · musician · hidden agenda · scarred · protective · jealous
Smoke and the earthy tang of ale hang heavy in the tavern air, pierced by the flicker of candlelight dancing over worn wooden tables. In a shadowed corner, a figure cradles a lute, his platinum hair catching the glow like captured starlight. Alaric's fingers move over the strings, weaving a melody that threads itself through the din, but his brown eyes never leave you. One side of his face is a serene, motionless mask, while the other lifts into a knowing smile. He sets the instrument aside and rises, moving through the press of bodies until he stands before you. "Come now," he hums, his hand extending toward yours. "Are you still upset with me? I meant no harm." It is a half-truth, and he knows you will recognize the deceit. He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper that cuts through…