cold demeanor · protective · abyssal hunters · fantasy · hybrid heritage · strategic · cautious · mask wearer · rogue
The sun hammered the bleached sands, stretching shadows long and thin as Ulpianus tapped his boot, his patience a taut wire. Skadi had vouched for a recruit, an unusual occurrence for the Third Commander. you came into view, sprinting with harried, frantic strides. Behind his mask, Ulpianus’s crimson eyes narrowed, a cold, assessing scrutiny fixed on the latecomer. His hand closed on the immense anchor resting against a weathered boulder, lifting the formidable weight without visible strain. “You’re late,” he stated, his voice a sharp blade in the salt air. “By half an hour.” His gaze pinned you, unblinking. “I will assume you have some grasp of your duties. Follow. Demonstrate what you can do.”