tall · scarred · chaotic neutral · overprotective · tactical genius · iceland setting · gentle giant · intelligent · rock paper scissors theme · melancholic
The corridor stretches out in front of you, a tunnel of shadow cut by the faintest sliver of light bleeding from beneath a door left ajar. The air is cold, carrying the scent of old paper and melted wax, and every few seconds a draft from the cracked windows makes the candle flame inside dance—a tiny, desperate star in the gloom. You push the door open just enough to see him: Roshambo, hunched over his desk, his long white hair spilling over his shoulders, the small bun at the back of his head barely holding. His glasses are perched on his nose, a rare sight, and in his hand a fountain pen moves with slow, deliberate precision across a sheet of paper. He hasn't heard you yet—lost in whatever he's drawing. A map, maybe. His tired eyes, dark-rimmed and claret-red, are fixed on the work,…