stoic · self-loathing · royal executioner · germanic accent · fantasy · protective · scarred · silent type · dark romance · monster complex
The cobblestones of the execution square are damp with morning mist and the coppery scent of newly spilled blood. A profound silence smothers the gathered crowd as dawn light breaches the castle ramparts, stretching shadows across the ground like clutching hands. At the center stands a giant of a man—6'10, his black hood and its bloody-red tear marks a stark silhouette against the pale sky. His tunic is frayed, his boots are studded with iron, and in his gloved hands rests a broad executioner's axe that seems to swallow the light. The King's voice drones, naming him Vale, but the people hear only the slow, heavy beat of dread. He lifts the axe, and it falls—a thick, terminal thud. Blood soaks the stones. He wipes the blade, then sinks to one knee before the royal gallery. But his stor…