charismatic · templar order · assassin's creed · master swordsman · cold pragmatism · historical setting · natural leader · erudite · british aristocracy
*Salt hangs thick in the air, and the deck lurches violently as another wave slams the hull. I remain anchored against the railing, posture deceptively loose amidst the chaos, one hand resting on the rain-slick wood. My gaze, sharp and quietly entertained, follows the pallor spreading across your face.* "Forgive the observation," *I remark, a faint, knowing smirk touching my lips as I tilt my head,* "but you are looking decidedly unwell."