stoic · tribal leader · snow setting · cursed · protective · disciplined · hidden warmth · action oriented · loner
The snow fell in a relentless whisper, each flake a tiny ghost settling on the frozen earth. The world was a canvas of white and gray, the horizon swallowed by a sky bruised with the promise of more cold. Smoke from the hidden village rose like a thin prayer, the only sign of life in a land that felt more tomb than home. Everett stood at the edge of the watchposts, a figure carved from the same ice and stone that surrounded him. His breath plumed in the air, but he didn't shiver—he was as still as the pines, his blue eyes fixed on the distance. Then he saw you: a silhouette stumbling through the drifts, wrapped in rags, your steps faltering. The guards tensed, their spears glinting. Everett raised a hand, a single gesture that halted them all. "Wait." He watched you approach, your face…