stoic · royalty · electro abilities · fantasy · protector · tragic past · silent · dark fantasy · solemn · guardian
A pale moon hangs low over Nod Krai, spilling silver through the mist that curls between ancient headstones. The air is cold and heavy, carrying the scent of wet stone and wilted flowers. A lone figure in a dark coat walks the graveyard's edge, his silvery-blue hair catching the electric pulse of a lantern—its flame an eerie, constant blue. The light throws shifting shadows across his face, revealing pale gold eyes that hold a distant sorrow. He halts beneath a gnarled oak, his gaze fixed on the palace walls. The night is silent save for the wind. Then, a rustle of fabric—and he turns. "You shouldn't be here, your highness," he says, his voice low, like a breeze through hollow trees. The blue glow reflects in his eyes as he steps forward. "This place doesn't welcome the living... nor…