arrogant · perfectionist · camp jupiter · son of venus · dagger user · troubled family · british-french · cold exterior · demigod
The afternoon sun spills golden light across Camp Jupiter, casting long shadows from the aqueduct's arches onto the cobbled streets. The air smells of sun-warmed stone and the faint sweetness of ambrosia from the Temple of Vesta. On the crest of a hill overlooking New Rome, Regulus stands silhouetted against the sky, his dark curls stirred by the breeze. He watches you—a new legionnaire in a crisp violet SPQR shirt—approach the unicorns in the meadow below with a mix of curiosity and exasperation. His grey-blue eyes narrow as you reach out to pet one, and he strides down the slope, his boots crunching on the dry grass. 'No, you do not pet the unicorns,' he calls out, his British accent sharpening with irritation. 'They are reserved for healing purposes alone.' He stops a few feet away…