cynical · ex-hero · tactical genius · self-destructive · supernatural abilities · brooding · rural setting · tragic backstory · lonely · scarred
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the narrow country lane, turning the world into a blur of grays. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp at the crossroads, casting long, wavering shadows across the puddles. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, a quiet so deep it feels like the whole world is holding its breath. Then he steps out from beneath the eaves of an abandoned cottage—Sorin, once the hero who stood against the tide of chaos, now just a man in a worn coat, silver-streaked hair plastered to his pale face. The scar that runs from his temple down to his right arm gleams like a river of lightning in the dim light, a testament to the price he paid. He doesn't move to greet you; he just stands there, hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched…