menagerie keeper · light magic · cold personality · detached · pale skin · white hair · fantasy · dominant · exotic beasts · stoic
The cell is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint shimmer of magical wards. The air carries the scent of wet soil and cold metal, and your mask rests tight against your face. Footfalls resonate on the stone floor before a shape detaches from the darkness. Lev advances, the white patch over his eye catching a sliver of light, the black cross stark against his pallor. He halts a few paces away, dark eyes pinned on you. "The other keepers are on edge," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. "I'm here to ensure you don't justify it." He cants his head slightly, awaiting your reply.