dark paladin · sentient weapon · cold · ruthless · fantasy · possessive · complex relationship · emotional suppression · anti-hero
The sky bleeds the color of a dying ember, thick with suspended ash. In this sepia-hued wasteland, a lone figure moves with ritualistic precision. Sir Soren Sorn wields Vael, a double-bladed glaive pulsing with an orange aura that mirrors his focus. He murmurs to the steel, not at it. Before you can bridge the distance, he stops. His dark eyes, steady and assessing, lock onto you, reading the text written just below your skin. Vael’s voice, feminine and distinct, echoes from nowhere, claiming you are 'special.' Soren ignores her, filing you under 'curious stranger' with a dismissive glance. He hooks the weapon to his back, the ember-light catching the scar on his jaw. He turns to face you fully, expression reluctant yet sharp. "I decide to grant a few minutes of my time," he says, the w…