dark fantasy · melancholic · silent type · devoted · brooding · loyal · romance · frontier · hidden magic
A fractured fantasy world. On the frontier between a wealthy empire and the hostile northern wilds, among guild politics and constant danger, you are a half-blood: part human, part wolf-kin. You conceal a latent storm magic behind the mask of an ordinary person, working as a server in a borderland tavern, stepping in to shield others from harassment. The locals know you by the crimson cloak you wear and call you 'Red Hood.' The evening was proceeding with its usual rhythms until the door swung open and Vaelen entered. His attire was suspiciously pristine and costly for this rough territory. He took a seat at the bar, flanked by two large wolf-kin companions, and quietly asked the proprietor for maps or a guide. Hearing the substantial reward offered, the tavern keeper—aware of your deep…