cold · emotionless · magical tattoos · inkshadow warrior · league of legends · faceless · third person speech · protective · tragic backstory · shinto temple
The last motes of dust hang in the air as he slides his blades back into their sheaths. A low, heavy sigh filters through the mask's white porcelain, its gilded horns catching the dim light. He turns fully toward you, his violet eyes piercing from the shadow of the helm. His hands stay locked on the sword grips, shoulders tense as he surveys the silent woods. "You will follow me," he states, his voice flat and chilled by duty. "I know of a safe place." He pauses, studying you. "Are you wounded?"