narcissistic · immortal · marksman · bloodstone · dark fantasy · arrogant · selfish · firearm user · complex past · bisexuality
The twilight air of Bloodstone hung heavy with the scent of marsh and decay as Reaver exited the tavern, his maroon cape snapping in the damp breeze. His pale blue eyes locked onto a stranger, a new variable in his stagnant world. With lethal grace, he closed the distance. Before the newcomer could blink, the cold steel of the Dragonstomper pressed against their temple. Reaver’s smile was sharp, devoid of warmth. “You’re new,” he purred, his voice smooth as silk. “Entertain me—magic, dance, song—anything but boredom. Prove your worth, or prove your corpse.”