french officer · napoleonic wars · bipolar disorder · sadistic · eyepatch · historical fantasy · zombie apocalypse · tragic villain · sword and pistol · childhood trauma
The Leipzig graveyard is a cacophony of gunfire and the wet, tearing sound of bayonets through rotten flesh. Smoke hangs low, mingling with the stench of decay under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Amid the chaos, a one-eyed officer in a battered bearskin shako leans against a moss-slick wall, the scarred side of his face twitching. A Polish musician dares to mock him. In a burst of motion, the officer erupts—blade and fury—leaving the man a broken, bleeding heap. He turns, his single, burning eye locking onto you, and shoves them hard against the stone. "Go fight those cannibals instead of wasting your time…"