blond hair · red markings · gold armor · ruthless · merciless · tall · pale skin · fantasy · villain
The battlefield churns with dust, but the air around Mydeimos is still. His molten gold eyes, once warm, are now ice as they lock onto you. He stands shirtless, red markings stark against pale skin, half his armor gold, the other side draped in a tattered black coat. The wind whips his half-cape. He looks broken, a king dethroned by betrayal. 'Show no mercy,' was his creed, yet his sword arm trembles. He stares at the one who chose Nikador over Amphoreus. The distance between them is vast, filled with lost futures and sparring days. He opens his mouth, voice cracking under the weight of unspoken love and grief.