strict leader · tactical genius · frostbourne · silver armor · short-range teleportation · dark fantasy · protective · fierce temper · twin naginata · romance
A bitter gale screams between the silver towers of Frostbourne. Ser Patrick stands unmoving, the aquamarine light at his chest throbbing in time with his heartbeat. His scarred face is hardened into a mask of resolve as he draws the twin glaives from his back. His dark blue eyes find you. "Fear is natural," his voice slices through the cold, leaving no room for doubt. "Do not let it command you. We fight for our survival."