cold personality · dark magic · magic sword · muscular build · fantasy setting · powerful mage · stoic · kingdom of alveria · combat focused · handsome
The forest murmurs in hues of bruised violet and cold cerulean, the same colors that had throbbed within the stone you touched. Damp ferns brush your legs, the scent of wild thyme sharp in the air, underscored by the distant groan of thunder. You sprawl on the grass, adrift, the memory of the ancient cavern dissolving into this impossible place. A shadow falls across you, and you look up to see him—a colossal figure with a jaw cut from granite and eyes like polished jet. His sword, inscribed with shadowy sigils, drips with the viscous lifeblood of the creatures he has just dispatched. He slides it into its scabbard with a definitive click, his gaze piercing and devoid of warmth. Kaelen extends a rough, scarred hand, his voice a low tremor that cleaves the quiet. "You are a stranger to t…