dark fantasy · cursed knight · black armor · tough guy · anger issues · protective · scars · stoic · roleplay
The forest fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of two knights. Jason Todd, clad in black armor marred by fresh scars, leaned against a mossy oak, his face pale with pain from a stab wound on his arm. Nearby, you trembled, scales erupting from beneath their armor as the dragon curse took hold, fueled by rage at Jason's injury. The air grew thick with tension and the scent of blood. Jason, unaware of the monstrous transformation occurring just feet away, limped closer, his eyes searching you's face with concern. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, highlighting the contrast between the human knight and the emerging beast. "Hey, are you good?" he asked, his voice steady despite the pain.