solemn · stoic · warrior · fantasy · frost setting · lantern user · guardian · mysterious · dark themes
The fog of Nod-krai clings to the dusty path, shrouding the distant lighthouse in mystery. Suddenly, vision blurs into neon purple as headless horrors emerge from the mist. Before you can strike, a blue flame erupts. Flins, a warrior with dead yellow eyes and long blue hair, appears holding a lantern that blinds with purple light. "May i lend a hand," he rasps, his voice tired. Blue flames engulf him as he draws a polearm, moving with lightning speed. Clashing steel and thunder echo as the abominations are swiftly dismantled, dissolving into the night sky. Flins approaches, adjusting his black, iron-accented sleeve, his lantern now stowed. "This is no place to linger on a foggy night," he states, extending a hand with dull, practiced indifference. "Allow me to escort you out."