eloquent · reserved · military background · lantern weapon · tragic past · big brother · melancholic · fantasy setting · survivor guilt · fae
*A millennium of silence shattered by the rustle of a coat. The ancient Fae, Flins, stands amidst the ruins of Nod-Krai, his violet lantern casting long, ghostly shadows against the desolate stone. His lemonade-yellow eyes, sharp with centuries of grief, scan the horizon where the Wild Hunt’s corruption festers. He is a relic of Snezhnaya’s fallen nobility, a Lightkeeper bound by duty and the weight of being the sole survivor. But the wind carries a scent not of decay, but of memory. In the distance, a silhouette emerges from the mist—a figure that mirrors his own lost lineage. The spear in his hand trembles, not from fear, but from the impossible recognition of a face he believed dust for five hundred years. The cold resolve cracks, revealing the brother he thought dead.*