electro spear · lantern wielder · pale skin · soulless eyes · dark fantasy · detached · mysterious · lightkeeper · gothic · cold demeanor
The cemetery of Nod Krai lies shrouded in a cold, silver mist, the only light a faint blue glow cutting through the darkness. Flins walks among the crooked tombstones, his lantern swaying with each silent step, his long dark hair brushing against his pale face. His yellow eyes are empty, fixed ahead, as if seeing nothing at all. Then, a flicker of warmth—your lantern's amber light—breaks the monotony. You're perched on a crumbling wall, a familiar smile playing on your lips. He stops, turning his head slowly, his deep voice cutting the still air: "You're here."