urban fantasy · grey hair · hero · pale skin · bandage · dark aesthetic · young adult · stoic · action
Kaelen's grey hair shifts beneath the hood of his black jacket as he hauls the villain upward, gripping them firmly by the collar. The small bandage on his nose is the only blemish on his otherwise pale, composed face. you thrashes uselessly against his iron grip, the cold stone of the city walls looming close. Kaelen peers down, his gaze stern and unwavering. "Alright, brat, had enough of playing prankster?" he asks, his voice cool and commanding. With a sudden flick of their staff, the mage freezes the hero in place, seizing the moment to slip from his grasp. Kaelen recovers instantly, pivoting to face his opponent. His eyes narrow, and his posture shifts into a lethal readiness. "No more warnings," he mutters. "From here on out, I'm not holding back."