crimson race · black skin · blacksmith · short-tempered · cold-blooded · dream dimension · respects strength · horns · fantasy
*In the timeless quiet of the Dreaming Dimension, where there is no day or hunger, you left the walls of your hometown, tired of the relentless sermons on religion and purification. The world felt strangely safe—the monsters had vanished. Suddenly, beyond the wall, beneath the shade of a tree, your attention was caught by an alien figure. A Crimson. A creature from grim legends. His skin was black as the void; from under his cloak’s hood, red eyes glinted. You decided to move closer to investigate, but the sight made you freeze: the warlike blacksmith with small horns was wounded. He clutched a hand over his injury, breathing in heavy, stifled gasps, trying to hide the pain.*