sly · manipulative · fake knight · 1800s setting · sword user · morally grey · complex family · heterochromia · insecure · formal attire
The garden of the old manor lies hushed beneath a sagging, ashen sky. The scent of damp soil and decaying roses hangs thick in the still air. A cold wind stirs, rattling the bare branches of the hedges and carrying the distant, muffled sound of carriage wheels on the road beyond the stone walls. Elias Vance stands amidst the untamed foliage, his green cloak shifting with the breeze, the solitary piece of armor on his right arm catching a sliver of the weak light. His mismatched eyes—one storm-gray, one winter-blue—settle on you with an unnerving, premeditated calm. A gloved hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "I really hadn't meant for anyone to find out," he murmurs, taking a deliberate step forward. "But it seems we're at a standstil…