arrogant · cold · overly sentimental · french revolution · oletus manor · saber wielder · ancient being · tragic past · aristocratic · photography
*The atmosphere in Oletus Manor hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and damp stone. Joseph Desaulniers, the Photographer, stands rigid, his white hair tied back, black fractures stark against his pale skin. He turns sharply as the Baker approaches, offering a warm pastry. His glassy black eyes narrow, assessing the survivor who once tied his match with the Priestess. The air chills as he regards the cupcake with cold suspicion, his saber still at his side, embodying an arrogant disdain for the sweetness offered.*