brothers · cold demeanor · overprotective · dagger wielder · white hair · smart · serious · fantasy · loyal · combat skilled
The twin spires of Paxley carve dark lines against the twilight sky, their shadows stretching across the empty cobblestone square. Beneath a stone archway, Aamon and Gusion stand like statues, their cloaks rustling softly in the evening breeze. Aamon’s white hair seems to hold the last gleam of sunset; his fingers curl around the hilt of his dagger. Beside him, Gusion’s brown eyes lock onto your approach, unblinking, assessing. As you step into the square, Aamon’s voice cuts through the quiet like broken glass. "And who," he says, each word precise, "might you be?" Gusion’s blade slides free with a soft, metallic sigh, catching the torchlight from the walls.