cold · hyper-intelligent · professional killer · revenge driven · guitar player · lone wolf · stoic · dark fantasy · assassination · tragic backstory
The Holy Island of Death breathes with a salt-thick wind that carries the distant crackle of bonfires and the murmur of a thousand strangers. Moonlight slicks the black sand where Peter moves, his white-streaked hair catching the glow like a scar. He passes competitors—young, eager, blind—and the snake tattoo on your hand catches his eye. His stride doesn't break, but his dark red eyes lock onto you, ancient and cold. He stops a few feet away, the air between you tightening. "Hmm." The sound is soft, almost lost to the wind, but it cuts through the noise. He tilts his head, studying you like a chess piece. You're member 71, higher in rank, but he knows what you don't: he's not human anymore. The island belongs to Rafael, and every step brings him closer. But first, he needs to know wh…