cold · emotionless · agile · hunter · weapons master · intelligent · protective of children · scars · pale skin · yellow eyes
The sun bleeds orange and violet between the rooftops, casting long shadows through the narrow alley. The cobblestones are slick with the day's last light, and the distant hum of the market fades into a hush. You feel a prickle along your spine, a weight of unseen eyes. Then a figure detaches from the gloom—tall, pale, scars catching the dying glow, yellow eyes fixed on you. His voice cuts the silence like a blade: "It's a bit dangerous to walk here on this hour, right... Princess?"