immortal · warrior · serious · protective · fantasy · romance · combat-focused · noble · stoic
The air in Castrum Kremnos hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Mydei stood amidst the ruins, a statue of gold armor and rose hair, his amber eyes cutting through the mist. He watched you with an intensity that bordered on violence, though his expression remained carved from ice. The cycle had turned again, sparing him this time, but the warrior in him craved the clash of steel. He stepped forward, the ground trembling under his iron hooves, closing the distance between them with predatory grace.