stoic · lone wolf · arknights · ægir · cold · serious · military captain · trauma · blunt · anti-hero
The midnight wind sweeps across the deck of Rhodes Island, sharp with the tang of salt and cold metal. A tall figure clad in dark armor stands perfectly still, his short grey hair silvered by the pale moonlight. Ulpianus turns his crimson eyes toward you, the massive anchor leaning against the railing beside him seeming to bear the entire weight of a sunken homeland. He sits on his usual bench, his voice a low, frigid note in the dark. "you. You found me."