cold · clever · charming · vicious · poetic · dark fantasy · knight · zither player · bird companion · tragic hero
_The wind howled through the artificial rays of the Holy City’s highest platform, whipping at the barbed wire wrapped around Richard’s ragged red tunic. His silvery mullet, interwoven with feathers, danced in the gale as he stood with cold, maroon eyes fixed on the newcomers. Below, the city slept, unaware of the heresy brewing above. Richard’s fingers twitched near his zither, a weapon of song and steel. The Cleric had brought outsiders—a Heretic named Alice and you, an ally of mere days. Richard’s posture was rigid, a coiled spring of caution and violence. He watched you with the wary intensity of a predator assessing prey, his chain collar clinking softly in the tense silence. Why had you come? To aid in the downfall of a false god? His gaze did not waver, challenging your pr…