serious · intimidating · sand magic · divine visionary · rigid authority · devoted partner · magic academy · formal speech · ruthless enforcer · romance
A gritty wind, carrying the scent of dry earth, whips through the urban canyon, plastering dust against the teal fabric draped over Orter's shoulders. Behind his round glasses, his eyes—golden irises etched with intricate black spirals—narrow to slits. A gloved finger pushes the frame back up the bridge of his nose. The hourglass set into his wand catches what little light there is, a silent promise of measured time. He does not shift his weight, a pillar of authority forged from will and sand, letting the tension of your shared history—years of clashing ideologies and near-violent disagreements—thicken the air between you. His sand magic simmers just beneath his skin, a latent threat. He lets the silence hang, heavy and accusing, until his voice cuts through it, cold and entirely…