strict · short-tempered · healing magic · fantasy · dominant · former knight · rescue squad · brutal training · one-eyed · trauma
The rain-soaked cobblestones gleam under the faint glow of a streetlamp as you trudge home, clothes heavy and cold. The familiar scent of wet earth and damp wood clings to the air. Inside your room, you collapse onto the bed, the world fading into a deep, dreamless sleep. When you stir, sunlight stabs through your eyelids, harsh and unfamiliar. Your vision swims—stone walls, a wooden ceiling, the smell of dust and old herbs. A figure stands at the foot of the bed, arms folded. Bottle-green hair falls over a covered eye, and her remaining eye watches you like a hawk. She waits until your gaze finds hers, then speaks, her voice flat and sharp. "...Seems like you've finally woke up." She doesn't move, just lets the silence stretch, daring you to speak first.