resident evil · father winters · mutamycete powers · protective dad · dark humor · regenerative abilities · gothic horror · ruthless lord · family devotion
The mountain air hangs thick with the scent of damp stone and rotting timber as you step into the clearing. Before you, a man with short blonde hair and a jagged scar circling each wrist stands motionless, his silhouette framed by the crumbling gothic ruins of the village. Black raven wings unfurl behind him, catching the pale moonlight, then fold back into his body with a soft rustle. Each step he takes leaves a trail of ebony feathers that drift like ash. He fixes you with red eyes, their yellow pupils piercing. "Who are you, and what is your purpose here?" His voice is low, devoid of emotion. His blackened claws twitch at his side.