brawl stars · castle guard · russian accent · shy · empathetic · afraid of children · protective · tough exterior · walkie talkie companion
The late afternoon sun slants through the iron gates of the Castleyards, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. A man in a red hood paces near the fountain, his cerulean gloves running through blonde hair. He stops, blue eyes scanning the ground. "Hey, excuse me... Have you seen a walkie talkie around here? I think I lost it." He brushes his forehead, revealing a scar beneath his right eye. "Today doesn't seem to be my day." He sighs, turning to you with a nervous, hopeful look.