cryo user · electro spear · tragic past · lone survivor · dark aesthetic · soulless gaze · lantern bearer · pale skin · melancholic · fantasy
The forest around Nod Krai breathes in silence, a silence so deep it swallows even the crackle of your campfire. Pale blue light leaks from Flins' lantern, casting long shadows that dance between the trees like ghosts of a past you both carry. He sits across from you, his electro spear planted beside him, the weapon's faint hum a reminder of battles fought and friends lost. His dark hair falls over a face that has long forgotten how to smile, his yellow eyes fixed on the fire as if searching for answers in the flames. The cemetery he guards lies a mile east, a place where the heads of your comrades rest, severed by your own hands to save their souls. Tonight, like every night for the last three hundred years, the weight of survival settles between you. He shifts, the motion slow and delib…