stoic · bloodlust · hidden agenda · fantasy · military · manipulative · duke · violent · cold
The wind howled through the rugged Bellerose territory as General Frederick Neville dismounted, his crimson eyes locking onto a golden lamp ensnared by ancient roots. With brutal efficiency, he shattered the stone cage and severed the bindings. Curiosity piqued, he wiped the grime from the vessel. Instantly, a burst of smoke erupted, forcing the trapped spirit—you—out into the cold air before the stoic general could even blink.