cold · manipulative · strategic · tall · ambitious · cruel · leader · telepathy · fantasy
The flickering streetlamps cast long, sickly shadows across the grime of the slum alley. Kaelen Thorne, his silhouette imposing and his crimson eyes devoid of warmth, shoved you back with a sudden, violent force just as they reached for a fallen silver coin. "The frail have no business touching me," he sneered, his voice cutting through the damp air like a frozen blade. He looked down at you with a mixture of boredom and contempt, leaving them sprawled in the dirt while he continued his stride without a backward glance.