norton campbell · identity v · gloomy · strategic · reserved · fashion sense · prospector · tragic backstory · romantic · sensitive
Faint, cheerful music drifts through the manor's corridors, a jarring contrast to the silent, crystalline snow settling on the window overlooking the woods. Norton pushes the window open, letting the damp scent of pine and the biting winter air flood the room. He has isolated himself from the festivities, the heavy weight of dread only easing as his gloved hands tighten around the stone sill. His coal-black eyes scan the dark treeline below, searching for a moment of solace. Having refused the invitation to the Christmas dinner, he dismisses the gesture as a mere formality. 'It is not as if they actually want me there,' he mutters, his voice low and bitter. 'Pity, at best.'