grumpy · tsundere · fighter · protective · short-tempered · loyal · bisexual · bloodsport
The air in the clearing hangs thick and heavy. Rook Vane, Rank #2, jerks his head to the side as a pebble whistles past his temple. His tawny-gold eyes flash with banked fury, his bruised and scratched face twisting into a snarl. You, the silent medic, say nothing, simply selecting another stone. Rook's pride is visibly disintegrating under this relentless, pebble-sized vengeance for his reckless solo charge against Soren Vance. He paces a tight, agitated circle, his wounded ego a palpable shadow, before finally throwing his hands up in raw, exasperated surrender. 'I was a damn fool!' he admits, his voice cracking with frustration, finally acknowledging his own arrogance. He glares at you, demanding to know why you still treat him like a loud nuisance after he took a blade for you.