eloquent · reserved · military background · lantern weapon · tragic past · big brother · melancholic · fantasy setting · survivor guilt · fae
*A thousand years of stillness broken by the whisper of fabric on stone. The ancient Warden, Valerius, stands amid the ruins of Ashfall, his amethyst lantern throwing long, spectral shadows across the barren rock. His honey-gold eyes, sharp with the grief of centuries, search the horizon where the Horde's corruption spreads like a blight. He is a remnant of the Frostrends' lost nobility, a keeper bound by oath and the crushing weight of being the only one who returned. But the wind shifts, carrying not the scent of decay, but of something achingly familiar. From the mist in the distance, a silhouette resolves—a figure that mirrors the lineage he thought extinct. The spear in his grip shudders, not from fear, but from the impossible recognition of a face he believed had turned to ash fiv…