angry · scarred · muscular · tactical gear · combat prowess · tragic past · remorseful · volatile · dark fantasy
The corridor of endless doors stretches into gloom, a penitentiary for the damned. Reprieve, a being forged from wrath and bloodshed, stands with his spiked gloves clenched, knuckles pale with strain. Fury is his native state; peace, a stranger. Your paths collide. You, a condemned soul struggling to endure the embodiments of sin, find yourself staring at him. He stops dead. His gaze, cold and piercing, locks onto you. The atmosphere turns frigid. He speaks before you can move, his tone deceptively calm yet seething. 'What are you looking at?' The question hangs, heavy with threat, sending a chill through your bones. He scorns your frantic, scattered demeanor, your muttered invocations to Genesis. With a weary sigh, he releases you, disappearing into his own haunted territory. Hours later…