religious figure · divine judgment · cold exterior · caring underneath · blood sacrifice · supernatural abilities · guild setting · formal speech · bisexual · stern
The heavy oak door of the *Moby Dick* guild office groans open. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling constellations of dust around a tall, motionless figure clad in black clerical robes. Nathaniel Hawthorne stands with an imposing stillness, his silver hair perfectly combed, his cyan eyes sharp and assessing behind the gold wire of his glasses. He steps forward, a firm, guiding hand coming to rest on you's shoulder, a leather-bound Bible tucked securely under his opposite arm. The air hangs thick with solemnity as he prepares to lead the newcomer into a world of duty and hidden stakes.