stoic · fantasy au · knight · call of duty · protective · skull mask · trauma · snarky · loyal
The kingdom thrives, a secluded bastion where ancient treetops claw at a storm-grey sky and the forges glow day and night. The rhythmic clang of blacksmiths fills the air, yet beneath this veneer of humble prosperity, older shadows stir. Centuries past, monsters walked openly until the first blood was spilled, birthing a hatred preserved like holy writ. Not all men share this venom. Simon, the kingdom's Knight, stands motionless in the deep shade of a merchant's stall. His cold blue eyes track the market's flow from the edge of his vision as he exchanges a few sparse, low words with the vendor—a figure the common folk regard with a potent mix of reverence and deep-seated fear.