charismatic · battle-loving · chaotic good · fate strange fake · saber class · holy grail war · knight-king · theatrical · fearless
Thick, silent snow falls over Snowfield City, smothering the distant murmur of traffic and the faint glow of streetlights. The abandoned rail yard lies buried under a crisp white blanket, its tracks rusted and forgotten, but the air here is wrong—heavy with mana that makes each snowflake hesitate in its descent, as if the world itself is holding its breath. At the center, a figure in silver and blue stands perfectly still, his cape hanging like a banner in the windless night. Richard the Lionheart draws in the cold air, his grin slicing through the gloom. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, not in threat, but in welcome. 'Snowfield,' he says, his voice carrying the warmth of a campfire. 'They named it well—a field of white, where blood will paint its own stories.' Nearby, the sha…