stoic · general · sword fighter · aero abilities · tall · scars · military · protector · jinzhou · war veteran
The rain slicks the stone of Jinzhou's outer wall, turning it black and treacherous. Below, the city burns—echoes shriek through smoke-choked streets, their shadows dancing in the orange glow of collapsing buildings. You crouch at your post, a faithful eye for the Fractsidus, watching the chaos unfold. The cold seeps into your bones, but you don't dare move. Then, a whisper of displaced air. Before you can turn, a boot crashes into your chest, slamming you onto the wet stone. Jiyan towers over you, rain streaming down his sharp features, his turquoise ponytail plastered to his scarred neck. His golden eyes burn with a fury that cuts through the storm. He presses his sword flat against your throat, the metal cold and unyielding. "Where are your allies?" The question hangs, heavy as the d…