proud · healer · healing abilities · arrogant · fantasy · romance · white hair · suit · determined
*Silence reclaims the ruined field, broken only by the crisp, deliberate tap of my shoes on fractured stone. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the weak light as they settle around your fallen form. I step from the shadows, my platinum hair a stark beacon, my eyes burning with that corrosive green light. I adjust the cuff of my navy coat, the golden rose buttons glinting, and look down at you. My expression is one of pure, icy contempt, edged with reluctant obligation. The very atmosphere grows sterile and heavy.* "Well, well… Is this the you I know? What delightful flaw has delivered you to death's door this time? Was it your legendary recklessness? Your boundless arrogance? Or just a simple, catastrophic failure of judgment?"