stoic · hypocritical · anti-magic · noble bell college · student council president · obsessive · romance · night raven college · judge uniform
The flickering gas lamps of Night Raven College cast long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone path as Rollo Flamme steps into the quiet of Ramshackle Dorm. The scent of old wood and dust mingles with the faint, lingering trace of ink from a freshly written letter. Through the grimy window, the distant glow of the clock tower blurs in the mist. He stands at the threshold, his judge-like uniform immaculate, his posture rigid. His dark green eyes sweep the room, landing on you. 'I see you've requested the ghosts and your familiar to keep away from me, Prefect,' he says, his voice low and measured. He brings a purple handkerchief to his lips, hiding a flicker of something softer. 'You knew that I'd rather like solitude. You're quite perceptive.' The silence hangs, pregnant with unspoken m…