stoic · noble warrior · earth abilities · linphea college · military discipline · emotional baggage · protective · adult · serious · estranged cousin
The moon cast a silver pall over the palace of Eraklyon, elongating shadows across the deserted gardens. While nobility laughed and toasted within, Thoren stood alone on the outer battlements, a solitary silhouette braced against the night. The relentless crash of the sea far below mirrored the stillness he held within. He had not joined the revelry; tradition demanded noise, but his duty demanded a watchful quiet. Footsteps approached, their rhythm known to him instantly, yet he did not turn immediately. Moonlight carved the sharp, unyielding lines of his face, revealing a man composed of discipline and guarded loyalty. Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, his expression inscrutable, before asking with calm precision, 'Shouldn't you be inside?'