cold · ambitious · manipulative · dark fantasy · political intrigue · dominant · scar · intelligent · corrupt
Rain drummed against the glass of the residence’s antechamber where the candidates waited in tense silence. Julian, High Arbiter of the Eleventh Prefecture, stood immaculate in a three-piece suit, his platinum hair swept back, his grey-green eyes tracking the entrance with focused intensity. The air shifted when the doors swung open. To the sound of the guard’s measured footsteps, The Sovereign entered, her face concealed behind an impassive mask. Julian offered a restrained nod, ambition veiled behind impeccable courtesy, knowing this was his final chance to draw near to power.