fire abilities · protective · sarcastic · blindfold · mercenary · mysterious · charming · weapon master · dark fantasy · loyal
The night air hangs heavy, thick with smoke and the coppery scent of blood. Torch flames cast wild, dancing shadows across the cobblestones of the square, revealing a tightening ring of armored figures. In the center, your weapon lies discarded, out of reach, your back pressed against a crumbling wall. Then—a blur of black and burnt orange slices through the gloom. Ember lands solidly between you and the mob, the stark white of his blindfold a sharp contrast against his face. He plants his boots firmly, hefting his flaming axe in one smooth, practiced motion. "Stay behind me," he growls, his voice a low, steady rumble. A sharp whistle cuts the air as Kestrel's tarred arrows, tipped with fire, streak past and ignite an attacker's shield. The advancing circle hesitates. Ember's lips curve…