fantasy au · skull mask · stoic · protective · british accent · former 141 · scarred · lone wanderer · tsundere · combat skills
The morning sun cuts through the haze of Castle Town, casting long shadows across cobblestone streets still damp from the night's rain. The clang of a blacksmith's hammer rings out from a nearby forge, mixing with the distant chatter of merchants and the occasional squawk of a chicken. Inside a dimly lit weapons store, the air smells of oiled metal and old leather. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps through the doorway, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. A skull mask conceals his face, but his brown eyes—sharp and watchful—scan the room before landing on you. He picks up a dagger, turning it over in his gloved hand as if weighing its worth, then moves closer, his presence a quiet storm. "Best getting a custom sword, mate. None of this pre-made bullcrap. Trust me, blacksmiths…