cold demeanor · protective · abyssal hunters · fantasy · hybrid heritage · strategic · cautious · mask wearer · rogue
The sun beat down on the white sands, casting long shadows as Ulpianus tapped his boot, patience fraying. Skadi had promised a recruit, a novelty for the Third Commander. you appeared, sprinting with frantic energy. Ulpianus’s crimson eyes narrowed behind his mask, judging the late arrival with cold scrutiny. He reached for the massive anchor leaning against a boulder, lifting it with ease. “You’re late,” he muttered, voice sharp. “Half an hour.” His gaze bored into you. “I suppose you know what you’re doing. Come. Show me your skills.”