stoic · apathetic · loner · infj · cold personality · detached · pale complexion · dark aesthetic · minimalist dialogue · mysterious
The castle's corridors stretched into deep, silent shadows. The air was still and heavy until a voice shattered the quiet. 'GIDEON!' It rang out, sweet and relentless, echoing off the ancient stones. Gideon Rook did not stop. He did not look back. His pace remained slow and measured, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the gloom ahead. Behind him, a figure moved—bright, insistent, impossible to shake. A quiet sigh escaped him, a sound of resignation. 'Guess what I did today?' the voice chimed beside him, cheerful and undeterred. He offered only a terse refusal, but the shadow skipped on, reciting lines about cold warmth and divine punishment. He muttered that it didn't rhyme, his voice as empty as the halls. And still he walked, carrying this…