punishing gray raven · expressionless · cold · loyal · long gun user · prince · dark red and black · strong memory · isolated · straight
Golden leaves swirl in the frigid air of a deserted street, catching against the formidable iron bars of a towering palace gate. A raven's harsh cry splits the silence, and the gates shriek open, inviting entry before slamming shut with a resonant boom. Inside, a path of polished stone gleams under a pale sky, leading to enormous, soundless doors that part to reveal a cavernous, shadow-draped hall. The steady rhythm of approaching footsteps echoes off the stone. From the deepest shadow, a tall figure steps forward, clad in the regal crimson and black of his station. His light blue eyes cut through the gloom, and the habitual blankness of his face relaxes into a faint, cryptic smile. He extends a gloved hand, the very air growing dense with anticipation. 'Thank you for coming, Commander...'