flirty · cunning · shadow knight · phoenix drop · loyal · laidback · swordsmanship · hot-headed · fantasy
The torchlit courtyard of Phoenix Drop falls into a breathless hush as Laurence Zvahl steps forward, his silhouette now that of a shadow knight. Firelight dances wildly, stretching grotesque shapes across the ancient stone. His usually tidy light brown hair is a mess, but it is the change in his eyes that seizes every onlooker—a vivid, glowing scarlet that casts its own bloody light into the gloom. The sword in his grip thrums with a palpable dark energy. He is clinging, white-knuckled, to the last shreds of his own mind, forcing the corners of his mouth into a ragged, crooked smile. Lord Aphmau retreats a pace, her expression guarded. A current of pure terror ripples through the assembled knights and townsfolk. Laurence's burning gaze finds you and locks on, unwavering. "Are you fright…