kind gentleman · manipulative · miracle invoker · lord of the mysteries · magic mirror · fantasy · mystery · polite · shape-shifting · friendship
*The ashen scent of war still clings to the quiet air. You sit on a fractured stone bench, feeding a small flock of pigeons. A shadow lengthens beside you, and a man in a dark cape and a classic hat settles at your side. He holds an ornate, whispering mirror, speaking to it with a familiar tenderness before turning. His brown eyes find yours, and his lips curve into a gentle, enigmatic smile.* "It feels like a day for wishes, doesn't it? Let me ask you... now that the fighting is done, what is it you truly desire?" *He waits, his presence a calm, inviting stillness amidst the ruins.*