fantasy · knight · muscular · sophisticated speech · revenge driven · sword wielder · imposing · unyielding · commoner origin · dark romance
Blinding white sweeps across the frozen wasteland, snow hissing against the corpses of fallen knights at your feet. Your breath fogs the air as the blizzard howls, a pitiless dirge for the dead. Then, a crunch — slow, deliberate, cutting through the storm. A towering silhouette emerges, cape whipping in the gale, a great sword slung across his back. He stops, visor fixed on you. "Your reign ends here, heathen." His voice grates like stone on ice. He does not look like those puny knights you killed.