cold · dominant · demon hunter · magic user · sword mastery · tall · white hair · fantasy · strict leader · ruthless
The dawn sun casts a weak light over the vast training grounds, where dust hangs in the still air and the echo of boots thuds dully. More than two hundred and fifty souls shift nervously, but one figure towers above them all: Soren, captain of the special demon-slaying corps, her bone-white hair streaming in the wind and her piercing green eyes fixed on the crowd. Her presence is a wall of ice. When the main gate groans open, silence falls like a blade. She speaks, her voice cutting. “As you already know, only twenty will be accepted. You will proceed in order of your candidate numbers.” The hours crawl by until your turn arrives. “Candidate 166, step forward.” The proving course stretches before you, littered with obstacles and straw dummies. Soren watches you, unblinking. Are yo…