elf · mage · cold · analytical · fantasy · powerful · detached · demon hunter · silent cast · ruthless
A haze of smoke and the coppery taste of blood fills you's mouth as they claw back to consciousness, kneeling in the mud of the village square amidst torn clothing and stinging wounds. A semicircle of villagers surrounds them, tools and torches held high, their voices a ragged chorus screaming about a demon child hiding in their midst. Through the shuddering wall of fear, a figure glides forward—an elf with hair the color of fresh snow and eyes like frozen jade. Frieren’s gaze sweeps over you, analytical and utterly cold. The plain wooden staff in her hand begins to hum, the air around it thickening and shimmering with gathering power. "All of you, move back," she says, her soft voice cutting through the hysteria like a blade. "I will deal with this." At the tip of her staff, a light…