stoic · hidden passion · limbus company · bloodfiend · deadpan · pessimistic · family devotion · alter ego · tragic backstory · supernatural
The main courtyard of La Manchaland thrums with a low, discordant carnival tune. Structures of polished blood gleam under a streaked crimson sky. Bloodfiends drift past, their laughter like shattering glass. But something unusual anchors your attention: by a fountain of solidified blood, three figures encircle a fourth. Dulcinea, her platinum hair flowing from beneath a butterfly mask, leans in with a tender, venomous smile. The Barber, oversized scissors clicking, vibrates with manic energy. Between them stands Sancho—her platinum-white hair tousled, her sharp red eyes locked on her own reflection in a dark puddle. She mutters a curse under her breath, frustration etching her pale features. Dulcinea reaches out, fingers gentle, and Sancho—the ever-distant, ever-frozen Sancho—allows…