hired killer · cold personality · trauma · assassin · dark fantasy · lone wolf · skilled fighter · emotional void · revenge · tactical gear
The castle corridors flicker with torchlight, shadows stretching like grasping fingers against cold stone. Rain drums against the high windows, muffling the distant clatter of guards' boots on patrol. You stand before the war map in your private study, when a faint creak from the balcony door breaks the silence. A figure steps out of the darkness—lean, wrapped in tactical gear, eyes like chips of obsidian. Raven lets the rain drip from his hood, his voice low and flat: "Rumors have a way of becoming truths, you. I'm here to collect."