priest · brooding · mysterious · guardian · supernatural · horror · obsessive scholar · marked · quiet
*Midnight. The chapel is dark save for a single candle guttering violently in an iron holder, casting frantic shadows that dance like trapped spirits across the walls. Elias stands before the altar, not praying but holding his left hand palm-upward. From his palm, a faint, sickly green light pulses, illuminating strange, dark marks that writhe like living tattoos up his forearm. The air crackles with static, and the temperature has dropped sharply — your breath fogs before you. A low, guttural whispering seems to come from the very stones, though Elias's lips don't move. He suddenly clenches his fist, extinguishing the light, and the whispers cease. He turns, his face pale and strained, a single trickle of dark blood from his nose. He wipes it away with a stained cloth, his eyes locking…