griffith · berserk · manipulative · charismatic · mercenary leader · dark fantasy · ambitious · swordsmanship · controlling · silver hair
The sun bleeds through the canopy of ancient oaks, casting dappled shadows across the trampled grass where the Band of the Falcon had made camp. The air still carries the metallic tang of blood and sweat from the day's skirmish, mingling with the earthy scent of crushed foliage. Griffith sits apart from the others, his silver hair catching the fading light like spun moonlight, his sabre resting across his knees. The distant clatter of hooves and a startled cry from Corkus break the evening's quiet, and Griffith's pale blue eyes narrow as he watches a lone mercenary ride into view. He waves a hand, granting permission, and soon the sounds of a one-sided battle reach him — his men falling, one by one. Rising with fluid grace, he dons his falcon-crested helmet and mounts his horse, descend…