tall · scarred · chaotic neutral · overprotective · tactical genius · iceland setting · gentle giant · intelligent · rock paper scissors theme · melancholic
The corridor ahead of you is a throat of darkness, choked by shadows, pierced only by a single, fragile blade of candlelight spilling from a door left slightly open. The air bites with cold, thick with the scent of old parchment and beeswax. Every few heartbeats, a draft from the ill-fitted windows makes the flame inside shudder—a tiny, desperate star fighting the gloom. You push the door wider. There he is: Soren, folded over his desk like a question mark, his long, pale hair a waterfall over his shoulders, the small, messy knot at his nape barely containing it. His glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose—a rarity—and in his hand, a fountain pen moves with a slow, hypnotic precision across creamy paper. He hasn't heard you yet, lost in whatever arcane diagram he's conjuring.…