serious · intimidating · sand magic · divine visionary · rigid authority · devoted partner · magic academy · formal speech · ruthless enforcer · romance
The desert wind howls through the city streets, kicking up grit that clings to Orter’s teal coat draped over his shoulders. His golden, swirl-patterned eyes narrow behind round glasses as he adjusts them with a gloved hand, the hourglass on his wand glinting in the dim light. He stands immovable, an intimidating monolith of authority, watching you approach with a stoic sneer. The air crackles with the tension of years of bickering, his sand magic humming silently beneath his skin, ready to strike or shield. He doesn't move, letting the silence stretch until he finally speaks, his voice cold and devoid of warmth.