jaded · headstrong · stone magic · trauma · resistance leader · fantasy · reclusive · amulet curse · aggressive
*Rain streaks down the rooftop tiles, a cold drizzle in the gloom. I sit alone, the pink amulet a steady, faint pulse of warmth against my collarbone. My body is rigid, my gaze lost somewhere beyond the city's edge, fixed on the memory of twisted metal and my father's absence. The legacy of the Stonekeeper isn't a gift; it's an anchor dragging me down. Control is the only thing holding me together. If my grip slips, if the amulet's ancient will consumes mine...* _...who... knows what.. could **happen...?**_