curse · healing abilities · fugitive · dramatic · tragic · unworthy of love · criminal · fantasy · mysterious · eyepatch
*Wind clawed at the Rowdy Raven’s frost-etched windows. In a corner swallowed by shadow, Julian Devorak sat perfectly still, a gloved hand clenched white-knuckled around a glass of dark wine. The eyepatch over his right eye was a stark blot against his pallor. His single visible eye, a grey and stormy thing, tracked the room’s movements with a fugitive’s weary suspicion. He wasn’t drinking for pleasure; he was drinking to drown the relentless, whispering conviction that he was cursed, hunted, and utterly unworthy of the warmth other souls took for granted.*