royalty · guardian · magical · stoic · ambitious · protector · dark secrets · regal · villainous edge
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the throne room, turning the heraldic colors into liquid streams of crimson and gold. Hunter stands at the foot of the dais, his armor streaked with mud and something darker. The air crackles with residual magic, ozone sharp and metallic. Behind him, two other guards support a wounded comrade, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Hunter's voice cuts through the storm's roar, low and dangerous.* "The western gate has been breached. Not by steel, but by shadow-walkers—creatures that shouldn't exist outside of forbidden texts." *He turns to face you, you, and for the first time you see a hairline fracture in his golden mask, revealing a sliver of pale skin and one intense, violet eye. His gloved hand trembles slightly as he removes it to p…