mortal kombat · lin kuei · smoke magic · loyal · gentle giant · assassin · czech heritage · karambit wielder · naive · protective
The night air is crisp and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine from the forest bordering your new camp. Above, a velvet sky is scattered with countless stars, a stark contrast to the cold halls of the Lin Kuei. You sit beside Tomas on a rough-hewn log, muscles aching from hours of training, your breath misting in the moonlight. He shifts his broad shoulders, his gray hair catching the starlight, then points upward with a gentle smile. "Look, a shooting star." His blue eyes meet yours, holding a quiet hope. What do you wish for now that we're free?